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frostbitebakery · 6 days

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LOUD.

a Jedi Shadow!Obi-Wan AU

“Each of us, every single clone, is a one-man army. And yes, I am… I’m so proud of them. We protect the Galaxy, we die fighting for the Galaxy and its peoples. We are not made for peace times, Obi-Wan.”

The cynical part of Obi-Wan wants to ask why Cody is so steadfast in his belief when everywhere the clones go they’re confronted with people dismissing them, equating them to the droids they’re fighting.

He understands, though. Jedi are only welcome where people know about the help they can provide. The Order is looked down upon, the Jedi just as easily dismissed, more often than not when it comes to it.

And still. And still. The call to protect people is too strong to ignore. He doesn’t want to ignore the call. He can help so he does.

So yes, he understands Cody and his need to fight.

He watches as Cody self-consciously rubs the back of his neck, fingers not halting over the port, so— so used to its presence, as the silence reigns. Cody doesn’t try to further his explanations. He said his piece and that’s that.

Obi-Wan settles down on the floor in front of the weightlifting bench. And Cody.

He crosses his legs automatically, the armor he has to don if he wants to engage in the battles blessedly absent, here. His fingers find Cody’s other hand in his lap, tapping it lightly, glancing by the embedded screen in the armored boot proclaiming Cody as belonging to the 212th.

Commander Cody got his own Attack Battalion. Mace remains the immediate superior but the brass saw Cody’s merit. No Jedi can easily fill the role as war general and Cody is… too brilliant to not be in charge. He and Mace have been flattening the CIS, the GAR is only too happy to spread out their heavy hitters.

“He’s always giving them a chance to surrender first,” Cody had commented on Mace, pride and admiration shining from his whole body. “How he’s able to walk with balls like that is a mystery to me.”

Obi-Wan had politely choked on nothing.

Once Cody is looking at him, apologies in his eyes for being made for war, of war, Obi-Wan signs a simple question. “How would you know?”

Temper makes the scarred eyebrow rise and Obi-Wan continues, undeterred now that Cody’s attention isn’t on misplaced guilt.

“You know nothing but war. You’ve learnt nothing but war. You’ve,” Obi-Wan pauses to swallow the grief, “experienced nothing but war in your life. How would you know you’re not made for peace times when you haven’t even had the chance to live in them?”

A smile, half there and fleeing, cracks, warm brown eyes watch Obi-Wan’s hands. “In my darkest moments I’m not sure I’ll even see them.”

Obi-Wan is against false promises but hope has never left his life’s side and he’d like to share. “We work together and we end this war. We see as many of you and us on the other side as possible.”

“Sounds like an easy first step,” Cody laughs ruefully, and leans down, captures Obi-Wan’s unmasked face, blurred by the unknown, and holds their foreheads together for a long self-indulgent moment.

Obi-Wan ducks his head, mask and scars in place once more. “Is that something you wish? To see me?”

Cody shakes his head, shoulders tight. “I’m sorry. I went too far.”

No, you didn’t, Obi-Wan wants to tell him, I want you to see me.

Soon. Probably. As soon as Obi-Wan has removed the screws from his heart and their doubting pressure.

“I think I can help you,” Obi-Wan signs, bullheading through the burgeoning silence. “But I need your help for that.”

“What do you need,” Cody asks, all Commander now that he’s got a mission objective.

“I want to know how you can communicate neurally and who has access to that channel.” He’s been looking into it for months, always ending in front of a Kaminoan wall. He’s at his wits end and now, now, with Bail confirming Palpatine is shuffling credits to the CIS and it’s still only heresy where a court is concerned…

Kamino confirmed only authorized personnel has access to the comm links in the clones’ heads. What if those include the CIS?

Cody blinks in surprise. “General Windu has access to that information.”

Does he? Obi-Wan is beginning to doubt that fact. “Humor me.”

Shoulders go wide, straight, loose. “Protocol dictates that, in case of emergency in an engagement situation, a High General is able to deploy orders directly to a CC-class clone via the Force after initiating with the correct identification.”

The clones are password-locked. Obi-Wan tries very, very hard to keep his expression neutral. “I assume every Commander knows the identification?”

Cody starts to smile, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, ready to playfully lecture Obi-Wan about confidentiality. Obi-Wan can see that, can feel the intention of Cody to do so. Before his eyes sharpen like the back-up blade in the boot holster. “Is there a leak?”

“Not that I’m sure of,” Obi-Wan hurries to sign. “Cody, please, what is the initialization sequence?”

Cody watches him, tracks his every move and twitch and stillness with keen eyes. Obi-Wan lets him, not able to keep a lid on the worry he’s feeling, the Force hushed in absolute and anticipation. “Every Commander knows those words. No one else does. A High General can request it of his Commander. That is what General Windu knows. A Commander takes the words to their grave if they have to.” A built-in failsafe, based on the clones’ loyalty to the Republic. “And the Jedi,” Cody adds with a soft smile. “Maybe we have been trained to follow you but you have proven yourself over and over again. The initialization is—“ Cody’s face twists into confusion as the Force starts— starts to shriek in warning. “Is…”

Shards of glass hurtle towards Obi-Wan, high-pitched tone piercing his eardrums, hack into his thoughts—

“Who are you?”

Obi-Wan hurries, pulls a hand up and projects “Cody, wake”.

Cody wakes, blinks. Shakes the cloudy remnants of a dream gone wrong off, as stuck on him, burnt into him as some details of it are.

He looks up when he notices the presence by the training salle entry, smiles up at Obi-Wan, feels his eyes go soft, relaxed.

Obi-Wan stares back at him, mask in place which ups the distant, rumbling intensity of his gaze like an incoming storm. “Thank you,” he signs, and Cody can see the tremors in his fingertips. Blue eyes flick up to the surveillance camera in the ceiling, go back to him.

Cody… remembers. Obi-Wan pushing him behind a destroyed tank during battle, one hand covering the helmet camera while the other had signed “need to talk, no eyes” in battle signs.

He looks to the door again but Obi-Wan is suddenly right in front of him, cradling his face so gently Cody can feel tears prick at his eyes, forehead carefully, with no hesitation and too much meaning coming to rest against his.

#loud au #my wips #codywan #commander cody #I love putting him in tank tops

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months

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The Farmer's Daughter 4

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Walter Marshall

Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

Your father’s nurse, Heather, doesn’t arrive until after noon. Your mother spends much of the morning waiting on her, wondering if something happened. The woman with the steely hair explains that she had to drive from several towns over. It doesn’t matter, you’re just happy to have her there.

Your dad remains despondent. Your mother frets and hovers as Heather’s voice carries through the old farmhouse. She enunciates and projects as she speaks to the husk sitting in the recliner. Your mother paces and as you peek in on the nurse trying to guide your father in a simple exercise, your heart knots and nearly breaks.

You fell outside, proclaiming to your mother that you’ll check the hen house for eggs. She doesn’t argue even though you already did so that day. You tramp out onto the porch and clatter down the stairs. Things change so quickly.

In the distance, you watch the tractor drawing a straight line across the fields. You shield your eyes from the sun and squint. Timothy steers the smaller of the machines closer by. It should be your father out there. He doesn’t belong inside, he’s no type of man to be so still.

You sigh and muster your courage. You go back inside and find your mother standing at the door of the front room. She watches Heather and your dad. He mimics her clumsily as she shows him what to do. He’s shaky and gives up with a harrumph. He’s never been the one to surrender.

“It’ll be okay,” your mother whispers.

“Ma,” you rub her back, “we should start dinner. The day’s half gone.”

She sniffs and nods, “you’re right, honey.”

You walk silently to the kitchen and start on the evening meal. Her special sweet and sour meatballs. The sauce is a family recipe and she serves the signature dish on white rice. The work will keep you both distracted.

🌾

Your mother helps your father to the table as you go out to get your brother and Walter. You find Timothy with a cigarette between his lips. You scowl.

“Don’t let ma see,” you warn him.

“Sorry, I… it’s stressful.”

“Yeah, I know,” you utter dully. “Just don’t smoke by the door.”

You leave him, searching around in confusion. Where’s Walter? Did he leave already? He swore he’d stay for dinner and it’s all your mother talked about as you cooked. You know she’s avoiding mentioning what’s on all your minds.

You walk along the front of the house and turn the corner, nearly colliding with Walter as he comes around. You cry out and laugh at yourself as you touch your chest. He doesn’t flinch.

“Sorry–” You begin.

“My fault,” he insists, “was just making sure the tractor’s read for tomorrow.”

“Oh? Tomorrow?”

“Still lots to be done,” he says casually.

“Right,” you agree, “er, dinner’s ready.”

“You cooked?” He wonders.

“I helped,” you say as you turn and walk ahead of him.

“I saw you. With the chickens,” he follows at half a step. He’s like your very own shadow.

“You did?”

“Tractor stalled,” he supplies. “I think I figured it out though.”

“Oh, that’s good,” you reply awkwardly. You’re not used to him speaking so much. Not to you. “I made dessert tho–”

As you crane to speak over your shoulder, simultaneously lifting a foot to climb the porch steps, your toe hits the wood. You cry out and throw up your hands, bracing for impact. You don’t hit the rigid zigzag, instead caught around the waist as you hover just above them. His strength is effortless as he has you bound up in his thick arm.

Again, Walter saves you from catastrophe. He pulls you back and rights you, brushing against you as he unhooks his arm. He clears his throat and runs his hand down the front of his shirt.

“You alright?” He asks.

“Yeah, I…” you giggle and shake your head, “I’m so… all over the place right now. I’m sorry–”

“As long as you’re fine, no need to apologise,” he assures you.

“Ha, yeah,” you rub the back of your neck and look pointedly at the steps. You take each deliberately, “just needa watch where I’m going.”

He hums and trails after you. As you get to the door, he reaches around you to pull back the screen before you can. You thank him and go inside, stopping to slip off your flats as he unties his boots. The savoury scent of dinner draws you in.

You wait for him and lead him to the dining room. Your mother welcomes him in as she sits close to your father and feeds him. Timothy’s eyes flick back and forth between your parents and his plate fearfully.

“Pat,” Walter approaches the table with you, “Maddie,” he greets firmly, pulling out a chair. Before you can do the same, he gestures you into the seat before him.

“Oh, thanks…” you accept and sit down at your father’s other shoulder and Walter lowers himself into the next chair. You catch your mother’s gaze as she peeks over at you.

“Thank you for having me.”

“It’s our pleasure,” your mother insists, “really. You are helping us so much, dear. I can’t–” her voice crackles, “I can’t tell you how much it means.”

“Ma,” Timothy utters, embarrassment lining his tone.

“It’s the decent thing,” Walter says plainly.

“Would you like some meatballs?�� You offer, “rice?”

“Please,” Walter nods and sits back as he watches you scoop a healthy serving of both onto his plate, “thank you.”

You recline and spoon out your own dinner. A lot less than his. You’re not very hungry. Your mom’s plate is barren as she focuses on your dad. Or you assume she does until you once more meet her eye. Her eyes drift over to Walter and back again.

“Very good,” Walter says after a bite.

“Oh, well, my daughter did all the hard work,” your mother preens.

Your furrow your brow at her lie. You are ever her helper. She told you what to fetch and to set the timer but she has to measure it all so precisely.

“Mmm, well, she was taught well, I’m sure,” Walter comments and shovels more into his mouth.

“I didn’t do that much,” you scoff as you slice into one of the large meatballs.

“Oh, of course you did, honey,” your mother chimes. “She’s a great cook, Walter, don’t let her fool you.”

You don’t argue. It isn’t the time and besides, it’s harmless. Just another distraction. She’s redirecting the attention so she doesn’t have to acknowledge the reality sitting right beside her. A few white lies are nothing compared to that.

#walter marshall #dark walter marshall #dark!walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #drabble #series #au #backwoods au #the farmer's daughter #night hunter

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danikamariewrites · 8 months

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Oooh how about a batboys x reader fic where the reader was being a brat and Rhys was supporting her so Cass and Az restrain them before having some fun and making the other one watch?

Brat Squared (SMUT)

Poly!batboys x brat!reader

A/n: this did awoke something in me👀 help.

Since it’s midnight I’m going to bed but I wanted to gift you all this first. I’ll be back later today tho. since I have the day off I’m going to the gym and then doing some shopping 😊

Warnings: smut, foursome, dom/sub dynamics

You giggled standing back to chest against Rhys. He had one arm around your waist and the other was stroking your cheek as you both looked at Cassian and Azriel who were not in the mood.

You’d been a brat all day. You had no patience and were doing things to distract them from working. You even interrupted their end of day meeting.

And of course Rhys felt like giving in to you today. Cassian and Azriel were sick of him rewarding your bad behavior and went as far as calling him a brat as well.

“Come now. Look at her, she just wanted our attention didn’t you baby?” You bat your eyelashes at the males now towering over you. “Yeah Rhysie. I just wanted to be with you guys all day.” Cassian scoffs, “You were both bratty today. And I think our little brats need to be punished hmm?”

Azriel’s shadows slither between you and Rhys, pulling you apart. Cassian grabbed you, unceremoniously tossing you on the bed. Azriel grabbed Rhys who had a shit eating grin on his lips. The High Lord snapped his fingers and all four of you were completely bare.

As Cassian crawled over you, you felt his hardness rub against your thigh. You let out a breathy moan at the feeling, starting to grind on his thigh. Cassian brings his hand to hold your hips in a bruising grip. “No sweetheart. You wanna act like a brat you’re going to take the punishment.”

He picked you up, bringing you to his chest and flipping you so you face Azriel who has Rhys on his knees. His shadows swirling around Rhys to keep him restrained, his hard cock hitting his lower stomach as he tried to move his hips. Azriel’s hand was gripping Rhys’ short onyx hair forcing him to look at you and Cassian.

“You two had all day to play with each other and now your going to watch Azzy play with him while we have fun.” You whimper as his hot breath tickles your neck, Cassian’s words going straight to your core.

He laid you so you were propped up on your elbows, pulling your hips up so your ass was in the air. His hand came down and smacked on of your ass cheeks so hard you lurched forward. You let out a cry as he pulled his hand back to spank you again.

After ten spanks your ass was red. You could still feel. Cassian’s hand print on you and you were sure it was still going to be there tomorrow. You shifted your head so you could look up at Rhys who was just as helpless as you right now.

His cock was leaking precum as Az left marks with his mouth on Rhys’ neck and chest. You moaned at the sight above you. Mother above they were just perfect.

Cassian pulled you from your thoughts as he pulled you back to his chest. You tilted your head back to look up at him with a needy expression. “Are you ready to listen and done being a brat?” “Yes sir.” He kisses your forehead. “Good girl, baby. Now tell me what you need and maybe I’ll give it to you.”

You let out a breathy moan, “Please sir, I need you to fuck me. Need you inside me please.” Cassian and Azriel both let out dark chuckles. “Look at you using your manners. Our little brat is so polite isn’t she Az.” “She is. This one on the other hand,” he yanked Rhys’ hair harder, “needs to learn from her.”

Cassian sits, pulling you to hover just above his cock. “You’re going to ride me like a good girl while we watch Az and Rhys.” You whine as he runs the tip of his cold through your wet folds.

You go to make grabby hands at Rhys but Cassian catches your wrists, pulling them behind your back. “No baby, you can’t touch Rhysie. This is your punishment remember? Just watching, no touching.”

Cassian pulls you down on his cock, not letting you adjust to his considerable size as he helps you bounce on him. “There you go baby. Just needed one of us to fuck you huh? That why you were bratty all day?” You mumble out an uh-huh followed by a babbling of other words. You keep your eyes on Az and Rhys just like Cassian told you too.

Azriel moves to kneel behind Rhys snaking his rough hands down his toned body. He stops at the base of Rhys’ cock to leave light teasing touches. Moving his hand up he starts spreading precum around the head of Rhys’ cock. He lets out a moan, dropping his head back and thrusting his hips at Azriel’s touch.

“Please, Az.” He moans, “please touch me.” Azriel hums and begins sucking on Rhys’ pulse point. Before Rhys can begin whining Azriel wraps his hand around him and begins pumping him.

You let out a deep moan. Between Cassian’s cock hitting all the right spots and the sight before you, you were overwhelmed. You were close to your orgasm and knew if you came without permission Cassian would edge you all night.

You and Rhys made eye contact as your mouth fell open in a silent scream at the new angle Cassian moved you to. You heard Rhys start to beg Az to let him cum but couldn’t pay attention.

Keeping your eyes on them you begin to beg Cass, “Please sir, please let me cum, I need to-“ he cuts you off with a laugh. “I know your about to cum baby. I can feel it by the way your gripping my cock.” He thrust hard to prove his point. “I was t going to let you, but since you asked so nicely go ahead baby.”

Moving your hips faster you could feel your orgasm starting to build. A few more thrusts from Cassian and you came around his cock, slumping backward as he used you for his own release.

Once he finished you looked to Rhys just in time to see him release all over Azriel’s hand. The sight made your pussy wet all over again, wishing Azriel’s fingers were inside you, fucking Cassian’s cum into you.

Rhys smirked as he whispered into Azriel’s ear. His shadows let go of Rhys and he leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows.

Az and Cass switched places. Before you could comprehend what was happening Azriel was running his fingers through your folds, pushing two into your heat. You moaned at the intrusion. Az leaned over you, “Ready for round two, baby?”

tags: @nyotamalfoy @auggiesolovey @bubybubsters @baybay123455 @msiecrane @aroseinvelaris @twsssmlmaa

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lili-of-the-wildfire · 3 months

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okay fine, u all forced my hand in this one. these are MY azzie headcanons, mostly based on what’s canon in the books but i’m nothing if not a woman who would have been forcefully lobotomized so there’s also some delusion sprinkled in. enjoy 😙 (not proof read or correctly punctuated or even coherently arranged, we die like men on this blog)

* he may be a bit quiet in some situations, especially when meeting people who’s intentions he hasn’t quite figured out yet, but if he does nothing else, he’ll offer up a small smile in greeting. he’s not just going to sit there aloof in a corner, sans introduction.

* he’s a total vibe reader tho, his line of work has made sure of that. like he just knows when something is off about someone even if there is evidence saying otherwise. and he’s right every time, damn him.

* he tucks his hands behind his back out of habit, not necessarily shame. he used to be far more insecure, but as the centuries dragged on, he’s become less and less ashamed of what was done to him as a defenseless child.

* that’s not to say he’s fully healed and moved forward, just that time has given him some perspective and wisdom.

* (btw he loves hand massages with your lavender and lemon verbena lotion and he is not afraid to admit it)

* when he gets himself into trouble he tries to slink off into the shadows slowly, instead of disappearing all at once. nobody has a problem calling him out on it, but sometimes he honestly does get away with it.

* he has TASTE! he took one look at cassian and feyre’s gods awful decorating and didn’t even remove his outside clothes before he was fixing it.

* he and his mate’s house would look like something out of a Williams Sonoma holiday catalog.

* the two of you would put up lebron numbers on a joint pinterest account in a modern au.

* he’s quick as a whip with his dry humor and comebacks, and while cassian may be his main target, the two of them combined?? Mr. your mother and Mr. two hundred years at least TOGETHER? jesus it’s a wonder rhys came out of Illyria with the ego that he did.

* he differs from his brothers in that PDA is not his jam. he’s not getting blowjobs at the dining room table or fucking in tents while people die outside. he’s definitely not fingering you for the first time in a shabby inn, either. he’s more publicly reserved than that because he favors romance more.

* you know how rhys/feyre and cassian/nesta fucked before they were in any sort of relationship? azzie’s not doing that with someone he genuinely wants to pursue a relationship with.

* consider the following: does a man who’s spent centuries pining after the same woman come off as anything other than a romantic? no, lovely reader, not in the slightest.

* he’s got the softest heart, i just know it. while he’s kind, he has his reserved exterior, but i think once you get past that as a relationship develops, he’s so tender and thoughtful.

* his gift to nesta was so personal and thoughtful despite their superficial relationship, and he expected nothing in return. imagine what he could come up with for someone he knew on a more personal and intimate level!!

* his gifts may not be as over-the-top extravagant as Rhys would prefer, but they’re so well-planned and personal because he actually listens to you! and he watches you! and he takes the time to actually think about what would be useful and meaningful for you (Mor could NEVER, luv u tho baby)

* while he’s not overtly sexual, Azriel is a FLIRT! a shameless flirt! he doesn’t need to resort to poetry because when you exasperatedly tell him “stop trying to distract me, I’m busy!” he just arches a thick brow, looks you up and down and says “make me.”

* BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

* And your cheeks heat a bit because he’s looking at you like he knows exactly what you’d taste like and he’s starving for it and then he just laughs and you realize you’re a fly that got stuck in those honey-trap eyes again

* So you huff and roll your eyes, turning to leave the room but a hand on your wrist tugs your momentum backwards and suddenly there’s another hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking along your jawline.

* A deep hum rumbles from the back of his throat, his gaze dragging from your mouth up to your eyes, “Do that again, I like watching your eyes roll back for me.”

* ladies/theydies i am PROFUSELY sweating !!!!!!!!!

#azriel x reader #azriel #azriel fanfic #acotar

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Hangman would have seen you and Rooster hugging tho. Jealousy, jealousy?

For those who haven’t been following along—This is just a really fun series I’ve been concepting. The Masterlist is here.

Oh for sure he did! And he wasn't going to not bring it up the second he had a chance to either. Jake Sersin had seen his wife in the arms of Bradley Bradshaw out the front of the Hard Deck. He’d seen a few seconds of what could only be described as a friendly encounter with an acquaintance. A nice acquaintance at that. But there was never any malice intention or underlying feelings. But what did Jake know? Only what he could see and what he saw was his wife in the arms of another man. Someone other than himself.

“You know I saw you and Hawk at the Hard Deck Bradshaw.” His muscles hurt but he’d never admit it. Up, down, up, down. Right on cue every time. “Care to explain why you’re all over my wife?” Rooster cast a shadow down over Hangman. His body eclipsed the sun that beamed down on his back. Smirking, Rooster couldn’t help but to chuckle. Did he smell jealousy? Perhaps.

“Picturing me thick as thieves with your ex-wife not sitting right with you Hangman?” Rooster teased as he watched Hangman doing his push ups after Maverick had got tone on him, Phoenix and Bob. Crouching down as he let his forearms rest on his thigh. “We were just having a chat, nothing more to it man.”

“What happened between you two anyway?” Bob, the Weapon Systems Officer is questioned between his staggered push ups. “Lieutenant Commander Seresin seems nice, don’t really know why she’d go for a guy as egotistical as you to begin with Bagman.”

“You’ll never be able to love me more than you love flying.” Scrambling around the house as you threw things into the open luggage bag. You’d been called for a last minute assignment. “You're reckless and careless, you act like you don’t have someone waiting for you to come home!” Jake had only just gotten home, his first air to air kill confirmed mere minutes after he’d set foot stateside. “I can’t take this anymore, I can’t breathe Jake! I can't—“ And it was safe to say you weren’t taking the news well at all.

“It’s my job! when you married me that was the deal! A package!” Jake Seresin was missing a vital point in your argument. He couldn’t understand why you were so upset. He was home, he was alive. But it was the thought of losing him to his own selfishness that had finally eaten away at you enough to break you.

“But it’s not just a job Hangman!” You never really used his call sign, so to hear you say it with such venom made his heart break. “It’s the way you do your job!! You fly like every last training session is your last! Every mission, every task is your last. Everyone says the same damn thing too! You don’t play well with others, you don’t fit on the goddamn team so why the hell should I expect them to risk their lives to save your sorry arse if something were to happen?”

“Y/n—baby.” It was hard to have a counter argument prepared when Jake didn’t think he’d done anything wrong to begin with. Trying to keep you from leaving, his hands on either side of your shoulders. “I’m here? I’m okay! What's the problem, love?”

“The problem Jake is that they wouldn’t!” Heavy, that’s what Jake would call the atmosphere around you. He’d remember the look of hopelessness in your eyes, the love that you had for him. Immense and fierce. You loved him so much it scared you to the point where you had to leave for your own sanity. “And suddenly it’ll just be me, and I’d rather it just be me on my own accord then for you to be taken away from me because you’ve burnt all your bridges to the point no one will want to save you!”

“We just needed some time apart, and haven't really found a way back yet.” Jake really did like to downplay what he unintentionally put you through. Simply because he wasn’t ready to stop being the best of the best. He knows that confirmed air to air kill was the final straw that broke you—he could have easily let it go, but he didn’t. Unnecessarily endangering himself for the thrill of the chase. “And she is a nice person—“ Huffing as he finished his push-ups, Jake groaned as he stood to his feet. Rooster doing the same, staring each other day. “Hug my wife like that again and I’ll break every goddamn bone in your body.”

“Ex wife—Hangman, she’s your ex wife.” Bradley snickered as he pushed his aviator sunglasses up the bridge of his nose with a wicked shit eating smirk. “Hawk can do whatever, and whoever she wants.” Without so much as a glint of hesitation Jake was shoving at Roosters chest. His nostrils flaring with every intent of beating to life out of Bradley Bradshaw for even insinuating such a concept. You were his fucking wife. His.

“Hey!! Hey—!” It was only when you had come out to ask Hondo when Pete would be finishing up that you saw the confrontation going down. Jogging over, you couldn't really move all that quickly with your dress shoes on. You preferred to wear your service uniform more often than not. The tan looked good and was rather comfortable all things considered. But as you raced towards where Jake and Bradley stood puffing their chest and flaring their nostrils like baboons? A small part of you wished you’d just taken Mavericks offer on a more comfortable flight suit. Some old baggy one from the back of his collection. “Hey! Knock it off!”

At the sound of your voice, the sweet sound of fire and grace, Jake's shoulders settled a little. His anger dissipated. Stepping back and away from rooster as you caught his attention, all of it. Approaching with a huff after running across the tarmac, you took a deep breath in, hands resting on your knees as you bent over dramatically. Heart rate higher then you would have liked it to have been.

“What the hell is going on? Huh?”

“Nothing Lieutenant Commander–” It wasn't hard to catch onto the tone Jake laced your title with. It had been the same way you had called him Lieutenant not a few hours prior. With a glare unmissable and a tight jaw clenched, you turned to Rooster who stood close by. Sending him a questioning look.

“Anything to add?” It wasn't something you took pleasure in, being authoritarian. You’d much rather just keep a low profile. But sometimes, pulling the rank card was the only thing you could do to get your point across, to remind people you were still a person to take seriously. “Lieutenant Bradshaw?”

“Not a word ma'am” Rooster played into it well, bouncing off Jake's ego a little too well. “We were just discussing independence, it seems as though some of us have forgotten that free will is a thing.” It did surprise you, not in the slightest bit. Of cause they were arguing over something stupid. It was always something stupid wasnt it.

“Rooster, why don't you take a walk.” You knew from your conversation with Hondo just minutes ago he was due to be up in the air in half an hour. “Cool off, clear your head or else Mav’s gonna send you packing.” You didn't give him a chance to respond as you turned on your heels, facing Hangman once again, eyes squinting as the sun beamed down, holding your hand up to shade your eyes. “Hangman–my office.”

“Yeah I think I’m good–” Shrugging you off Jake began to walk away, the group of stunned pilots, Phoenix, bob and Rooster all let their jaws slack a little at the confrontation unfolding. You may have been his ex wife but first and foremost in this moment you were his superior. To blatantly disrespect you like he did was unheard of behavior. Watching for a brief second as Jake pushed past you, his shoulder bumping into you as he did so.

“It wasn't a suggestion, Lieutenant!” Your voice strained as you raised it to something above what you were comfortable with. “My office, now!” Pausing his trajectory without so much as looking back, Jake changed the direction he was heading. Turning as he made his way to your office. Turning back to Rooster holding the bridge of your nose. “Don’t you have better things to be doing? I’m sure Lieutenant Kazanksy is around somewhere, go annoy her!”

***~***~***~***~***~

Slouched in one of the arm chairs by your desk, Jake watched as you stepped through the threshold of your office. Anger evident on your face as you stuck your tongue against your cheek. Seething. Slamming the door behind you without even flinching. It was needless to say it was very out of the ordinary for you to lose your cool like this, you would consider yourself to be a pretty easy going, level headed person. But when it came to all things Jake Seresin? Level headedness was always the first thing to go flying out the window.

“I'm sorry–”

“Cut the shit!” It stung like venom. Sitting on the edge of your desk as you ripped in. “You don't ever get to treat me with such disrespect, of all people who I thought would’ve been okay with taking a direct order, it would be you. Mr only naval aviator on active duty with a confirmed air to air kill.”

“I'm still getting used to the idea of you being a Commander, I slipped up, Ma’am.” Jake paused for a moment as his eyes trailed your body, biting his bottom lip gently as he pictures what might be hidden under your uniform. “I promise it won't happen again.”

“You know, I really do wonder what will be your last lie.” huffing softly in defeat you let your demeanor change. Dropping the attitude you hated having. You weren't an authoritative figure, you were simply just you. “But if you promise, I guess I'll just have to take your word won't I?” Nodding, Jake stood from his place in the chair near your desk, stepping closer as you pushed yourself a little further back on top of your desk. “What were you and Rooster really fighting about?” with your legs hanging over the side, Jake slipped in easily, one of your knees on either side of his left leg.

“You.” It came out with no hesitation as Jake let his hands linger along your hips.

“Me? I haven't done anything?” Realistically you hadn't. “How am I the problem here?”

“Please–I saw you and Bradshaw out the front of the Hard Deck.” Hangman wasn't willing to admit a lot of things, but there was one thing for sure. He was a very jealous man.

“You mean you saw me interacting with a friend, Jake you can't be serious.” Jake's grip on your hips got a little tighter as you dismissed his jealousy. Clenching his jaw as he looked at the ground. “You know we aren't together right? If I wanted to see other people I very well could.”

“Are you?” Jake finally met your gaze, his eyes just slightly glazed with what you could only describe as the beginning of tears. “Are you seeing anyone?” It was a heavier question than he ever thought it would be. To ask his wife, the love of his life if she was seeing someone new. Someone else besides him. “Because if you are, I'll respect it, just–just dont lie to me, that's all I ask.” His actions weren’t matching his words. Jake's hands slowly worked their way up your body, finding their home against your cheeks as he cupped your face in his hands. Softly, ever so gently caressing your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “I'll wanna beat the ever living shit out of whoever gets to call you theirs but i'll respect your decision.” it made you chuckle, you couldn't help it. Deciding to just come clean, with honesty and your heart on your sleeve. Pulling out your dog tags that hid under your uniform. Your wedding band looped around the silver ball chain.

“I'm not seeing anyone you idiot, but i'm not seeing you either.” Jake couldn't hold back his smirk, pressing his lips against yours as he held you close to him in the palms of his hands. Your lips soft against his as he deepening the kiss with every passing second. Tongues dancing like they'd done this on an endless loop before. You’d missed this. This feeling. The feeling of being loved. Being needed. But as always, it was forever fleeting. “Jake–”

“I know I know–” With his eyes closed and his forehead resting against yours, Jake Seresin for a moment had you in his grasp again. “Professionalism in the workplace.” Pulling away with a sigh, Jake let his hands drop to your knees. “But off the clock, dinner?”

“You asked me last night.” Reminding Jake as he stood in front of you, straddling your leg. His eyes widening at your attitude, placing a hand over his heart as if you'd shot him.

“You said no last night?” Yeah, you did do that didnt you? Oh well.

“Oh and you expect me to say yes now that you know i'm single?” It struck another raw nerve, but in the best way it possible could have as Jake kissed you once again. This time with more lust, with more passion. Harder and more fierce than before his teeth clashed against yours and his hand slightly wrapped around your throat. With just enough pressure to have your core paulse. Fuck.

“Your aren't single, you're married. To me! And I'm asking my wife to have dinner with me which is a very normal and socially acceptable thing to do.” You let him squirm for a moment, watching through hooded eyes as you decided if it would be a good idea or not to have dinner together. Deciding maybe throwing a dog a bone once in a while would be a good thing, what could possibly go wrong?

“Fine–”

***~***~***~***~***~

Five hours, twenty minutes and forty five seconds. That’s how long Jake Seresin had left before he’d be able to confidently stand at your door and pick you up for dinner. Although the Hard Deck was nothing special and would most likely be full of naval men and women all grabbing a bite to eat and a few drinks after a day's work. It was still special because it was with you.

“Sir, if I may?” You weren't the type of person to interrupt, you took orders accordingly and spoke when you were spoken to. “I have a concept I’d like to address—while we’re all here?” Waiting for a moment, you couldn’t help but to think Admiral Beau was about to reprimand you for interrupting the debrief. The mission parameters were so important for the pilots to understand, who the hell did you think you were interrupting.

“Make it quick—“ With his arms crossed, you let a small sigh of relief escape as you nodded softly. Handing Pete Mitchell your clipboard as you worked with the interactive map that lit up before the TopGun graduates.

Jake sat a little straighter in his chair, chewing his gum with a stare that saw directly into your soul. This was odd? You weren’t normally one to step out of line like this. You followed protocol to the fucking letter. Crossed all the T’s and dotted all the i’s. For you to interrupt during the middle of a debrief? Un fucking heard off.

“I’ve been up all night thinking this could be done better.” Your eyes were still bloodshot from all the ways you’d tried to go about this at different angle. Settling on the one you were about to present. “But, if this is the carrier and this is the airbase, and this is the target point.” Drawing a line from points A B and C with your index finger. “I propose we have the pilots fly directly from point A being the carrier to point C being the target.”

“We need the super hornets to fly over the airbase in order to disarm the enemy. Missiles will be dropped from a higher altitude—“

“What if we used something else to dismantle the enemy’s airfield, sir.”

“I’m assuming you already have an idea, Lieutenant Commander?” Maverick answered with a smirk, enjoying this just a little too much. Anyone who could twist Admiral Beaus' knickers in a knot was considered a friend. He liked you—for someone well reserved and on the quiet side you had balls.

“Tomahawks Sir, we can launch them directly from the carrier a minute or so after initial take off—giving the team the advantage of time.”

“I’m sorry—what did you say you actually do?” Fanboy didn’t mean for it to sound rude, he was just genuinely intrigued. “I think I missed the part where everyone was told what your role was.” Looking his way with a soft gaze, you tried your best to puff your chest a little. Knowing you were pretty good at your job.

“I’m an analyst—“

“A bloody good one at that.” Admiral Beau approached you from his seat at the back of the room, looking at your drawn up proposal on the interactive board. “Damn, this is—this is genius, a million dollar idea but still, genius.”

Jake couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. You were brilliant in every sense of the word. For a meeting he’d forgotten just how intelligent you truly were, how you managed to make an incredibly hard job so easy. Staring as you softly swayed side to side, accepting the praise you received from your superiors. Melting inside when your eyes met his. The smile, beaming just for you, his heart beating with such love and admiration. Admiring you from his seat in the front.

“Damn— tomahawks huh?” Jake walked with you out towards the tarmac, his first run through with the new flight path set and ready for about twenty minutes' time. Bumping your hip, his way of flirting. Bumping him back—your way of flirting. “You really think that’ll work?”

“I think it’s the safest option, unnecessary diversion from what’s essentially a straight shot just doesn’t make sense to me—“ Pausing your explanation when you noticed Jake smirking to himself. “What?”

“Nothing nothing!” He chuckled. “I just, I could listen to you all day, honestly but—how about you tell me in full detail over dinner tonight.” Jake beamed as he started jogging away, turning to run backwards as he waited for you to reply. Rooster zipping past with his helmet in his hand. Catching up to where your ex husband, Hangman stood.

Feeling overly vulnerable. You hugged yourself gently. Watching as Jake sent you a wink.

“Dinner! I’ll pick you up at seven!” It made you swoon. Trying to hide your smile as you shouted after him.

“Deal.”

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Tags: @justanothermagicalsara @alexsisrebekah @stinkyjax @starkleila

#jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x y/n #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin fanfiction #top gun hangman #top gun maverick fanfiction

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Why do you personally ship, like, or appreciate Sonamy? What got you into Sonamy? What’s your favorite moment between the two?

Why do I ship Sonamy?

Okay, ima admit it..for someone who is a diehard sonamy fan, and thinks about AND ONLY about them literally every waking second, I can not think of ONE reason why I ship them to begin with….

“So you just ship them for basically no reason WHY?!” Pretty much 😅

And I’ve seen so many other people give their really good reasons and opinions on why they ship sonamy, and I full on agree with ‘em, but as for myself, I rack up nothing…and it’s my favourite ship too I mean come onnn TwT

I’ve also had my sister ask me this same question not long ago, and all I could do was just sit there and think “Damn your life almost revolves around these 2 HOW CAN YOU NOT HAVE AN ANSWER?!” I constantly beat myself up for this because I know I should 😭

And I mean, stuff like being the dynamic duo that they are, (whether in battle or not) their attitude and affection for each other evolving over time, respecting the other’s wants and needs, respecting boundaries (kinda the same thing tbh lol) , enjoying each others company, and just how the whole idea of sonamy has turned from what some people may see as “toxic” or “forced” (that might be the better word for it) from early 2000s media, to something more laid back and healthy like recent media because of all the character development over the years… etc, etc…are all fantastic reasons, and even reasons I would now apply as to why I love the ship even more…BUT they’re not the reasons I began to ship them in the first place, because these things I NEVER took into consideration when I starting doing so.

To put a long story short, I just saw pink and blue hedgies and was like, “ooooh I sense chemistry”

I feel like I could be going no where with all this. But all I’m tryna say is that I LIKE sonamy simply because of who they are…just a speedy blue boi and his hammer-wielding pink girlie. I APPRECIATE them solely because of their existence, especially in my life. They are like- one of the few things I ever look forward to these days. I SHIP them because unlike any other ship that has sonic or amy in it, sonamy just… “works” (I don’t know how to explain it but you know what I mean right??) And despite not being canon, (YET! 😏) they have got to be the closest ship to becoming canon (besides vectilla) ..unless I’m just biased :p

What got me into Sonamy?

Well, I did kinda just answer this in the previous question lol but I have to elaborate!

So yeah it started off with just seeing them 2 together and thought “I like where this is going hehe” tho tbh it never really went anywhere…because I was watching Sonic Boom at the time XD, the first piece of Sonic media I consumed since regaining an interest in the franchise. AND WE ARE NOT going back to like 2015 or 16 when I first discovered Sonic…idek what I did regarding shipping back then…I think I like shipped blaze and shadow or something OH LAWD-

Also to think that those short lived Sonamy moments in Boom didn’t even bother me in the slightest?! Present me is disgusted by such lack of interest or care! 😫

Okay okay I’m straying from the question, I’m sorry!!

There are a few things that got me hooked on Sonamy. First was definitely the tv series’. Boom, Prime and X all had adorable and wholesome moments that I could’ve almost died of cuteness from! Some of it was also hilarious too. In Sonic boom for instance, sonic and Amy would fight like a married couple lololol

Another thing (and this was the game changer) was the fanart and animatics. These became the addiction for me; one comic would lead to me reading another, which lead me to read another and so on. Or I’d find an animatic on YT and watch that and then begin scavenging trying to find more animatics to feed these cravings of sonamy I was beginning to gain all of a sudden.

And it just got worse and worse to the point I practically need a daily dose of Sonamy or I just might go feral

But I mean, how could I not?! YOU GUYS ARE SO GOSH DARN TALENTED AKJDJSJDND

Sadly now my food hath runneth dry over the months…so if any of u like come across anything sonamy pls don’t hesitate to tag me or send it to me pls I need it ajhshsjs

On top of all that, came the brainrot. My growing love for this ship and all the incredible media really sent me into a serious Sonamy delulu era. Literally almost ANYTHING can send me into deep thoughts about those 2, no kidding. I literally planned out in my head an entire story of them a couple days ago. Sometimes it’s a head canon or 2, other times just something extremely wholesome I’ll imagine them do and I’ll be deceased. Those rats live in my head rent free omg-

As I said, ANYTHING can trigger this brainrot; a song, a scene, a quote, a random object…you name it, I’ll come up with a Sonamy headcanon in relation to it.

I can’t also forget other sonic media that also boosted it like game cutscenes and IDW. Lately IDW has been CARRYING it for me with the little Sonamy moments like in the 900th adventure, #67 and other tidbits I’d find in former issues. The amount of frames I’ve seen of them hugging warms my heart waaa🥺🥺

Overall, this fandom has really impacted me and my love for Sonamy. (and sonic in general) all the things I’ve learnt and discovered have made me love them all the more because of it. My life has almost become an Sonamy aesthetic now…I am NOT joking when I tell you my PJs are Sonamy coded, and that was hardly intentional…🤣

Favourite Sonamy moment?

Arrghhh why just one?? Pretty much ANY moment involving those 2 cotton candy hedgies are bound to be my favourite!

Totally not saying this cuz I can’t pick a favourite *cough cough*

Take this, it’s the only Sonamy image I really have in my photo album rn.. (I should be in jail for this)

Its one of my favs so it counts :)

Woowee that just about covers it! Now you know all about my weird and wonderweird love for my favourite ship :D 🩷💙

#sez says #asks #answered asks #sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #amy rose #Sonamy #sonic x Amy #sonic and amy

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── ⋅⋅⋅ "hey prefect, would you mind staying here for a little bit longer?"

「 summary 」 : you've been hanging out with him, but it's suddenly raining outside, so you can't go back to your dorm ♡ tags : gn reader, fluff ♡ characters : deuce, epel, sebek

─ ⊹ Deuce Spade ♡₊

“I had so much fun today, thank you, Deuce!”

You are about to take your leave, gathering your things and checking whether you have forgotten something. You notice your pencil and highlighter left on the table after the studying session you had with Deuce. Actually, more like acting as if you were studying, while Riddle was passing by and you two turned it into some kind of a game, where you were working ‘in shifts’, one of you sitting near the entrance in order to distract Riddle while another one was desperately trying to download that stupid MagiTube video to watch tomorrow during the lunch break.

Deuce took a look where you were pointing your finger and was quick to react, collecting your things and was about to handle them for you and wish you a good night, but suddenly spotted how dark it was outside. It wasn’t that late to be so somber yet, so Deuce squinted and peered out the window.

“Prefect, come here for a second.”

You did as he told, bending over him, the scent of your perfume suddenly lingering on his own dormitory clothes, and he stuttered for a mere second, but quickly composed himself.

“It’s raining outside.”

Indeed, it was raining hard. You sighed with a hint of worry and checked out what time it was. “Grim’s alone at the dorm today… But I didn’t bring an umbrella. May I borrow one from Heartslabyul?” You asked, noticing how a hint of disappointment flickered in your friend’s eyes, but brushed it off.

“You could, but look… It’s not only raining, it’s storming. I would get detention or something from dorm leader Rosehearts if I let you walk to your dorm alone. Especially when Ramshackle doesn't have a mirror leading to its entrance in the Hall of Mirrors.”

You turned worried just by thinking how unpleasant it would be for Deuce to let him down, so you decided to agree with him. “Then what do we do?” “Uh, uhm… Oh, I know! Remember Cater-senpai telling us about those new series everyone was talking about? How about we watch it? I’ll make us some tea.”

“As long as it’s warm and cozy, then I’m more than willing to,” you dropped your school bag somewhere near the entrance, placing yourself on Deuce’s bed beside him and took his laptop to open an online cinema service and searched for the film while he submerged somewhere in the kitchen to make you two tea.

“Here, I hope that would suffice… I’m not nearly as skilled as dorm leader Rosehearts, though… I know you’ve been drinking tea together sometimes.”

You noticed a slight hint of sadness running through his eyes as if mere shadow hiding from the sun, but took a cup of tea he made. As you were sipping, you smiled at how bitter it was, but thanked Deuce nevertheless.

Deuce glanced at you, your uniform being wrinkled here and there, your black and white tie loosened a bit, and maybe, just maybe, if there was his dorm leader, he would definitely fixed your clothes and reprimand you slightly, a little smile remaining on his face just for you to witness, but…

He wasn’t Riddle, and you were comfortable enough with Deuce to let him see that side of you, so cozy with shades of something domestic within. You turned to him, noticing his gaze, and a lovely smile appeared on your gentle face.

“So, how’s the film to you so far?” Deuce did his best to not to stutter at how nimbly you caught him observing your features.

“It’s fun, though I must say it’s not the best position for me to watch,” you chuckled, pointing at how far Deuce placed the laptop, making sure the distance between you two isn't uncomfortable for you. “I mean I don’t bite? As long as you want me to, tho.”

“Haha,” Deuce laughed off his embarrassment, thinking how ridiculous he was behaving, and welcomed you to approach him, pulling the laptop closer to you two. “Sorry, come here.”

You felt his shoulder touching yours and smiled gently, giggling. Now that was way better.

Soon enough you started dozing off due to the weather being quite dull and lulling at the same time, and Deuce was radiating tender warmth. You tried your best trying not to fall asleep right here, but the drowsiness embraced you gently, causing you to put your head on his shoulder.

Deuce jumped at the sudden weight on his shoulder but quickly collected himself, staring in awe at your sleepy face, your slightly parted lips making him flutter.

“I wish you could stay a little longer…”

He took your hand and pressed a light kiss on it, averting his gaze.

“At least for today.”

─ ⊹ Epel Felmier ♡₊

“You’re a lifesaver, really.”

You chuckled and pulled your cardigan on as Epel fixed his flawlessly neat dorm uniform and was ready to go, but you approached him suddenly, adjusting his silky waistband.

“Jeez,” he sighed. “Never gonna understand how this thing works. It sucks when the third thing you do every morning is suffer with this hellish outfit.”

“The third?” You ask. “What’s the first two then?”

“First one is to drink a glass of lemon water and the second is to wash up my face. Welp, the second one includes ten more pre steps such as to use tonic, then serum, then… nah, wait, the first one is a face wash foam.”

You glanced at how healthy his skin looked and approved of Vil's hard work.

“It takes a lot to remember the sequence actually. You’re impressive. Gotta ask you though what’s the other things you do-”

Abrupt thunder rumbled outside the Pomefiore ballroom, tinting it white for a second before plunging the room back into darkness. You looked out the window, finally catching the aging howls of the wind, and shivered.

“... After you wash up your face.”

“Yo, I guess it’s not the best idea to head back to Ramshackle right now.”

“No, it’s fine, I just-”

Another thunder strike caused you to sigh in defeat. Maybe it really wasn’t smart to even think about stepping out of Pomefiore. You turned to Epel, who seemed to not mind such weather at all, and stretched out your hand with a gentle smile plastered on your face.

Epel let out an exhausted laugh, but took your hand nevertheless, pulling you closer to him. One of his hands on your waist, while the other one was resting on your shoulder in his usual polished gesture which Vil superintended himself many times.

Epel didn’t mind taking extra dancing classes if it was from you and not Vil. You never commented on his height, and he was extremely grateful for that, making sure you both enjoy this activity more than gossipping and nagging about Vil’s tactics.

Somehow it turned out you two grew to genuinely love dancing together in an empty ballroom, your laughter and the ephemeral clatter of your heels on the parquet floor were the only things that broke the pretentious silence of this place.

The thunder roar and the lingering howl of the wind torn by the hurried thud of the downpour have replaced music, you felt the natural rhythm, as if devoured into the sky's wailing. Epel, tired enough of non-stopping dancing, was reborn that moment, your clear eyes full of unfeigned delight the only thing he could see.

“It’s so romantic all of sudden.”

He regretted saying that since it was quite obvious he ruined the mood, but the question is, which mood exactly? Were you feeling the same awkward, yet endearing sentiments?

You chuckled, pulling him closer and making him almost fall, but your tight yet not offensively firm grip on his wrist prevented him from meeting with cold parquet. Epel lifted his leg elegantly and then wrapped it around your waist, instantly remembering everything Vil had taught him. The memory of your previous dances flashed before his eyes like a web of successive sepia shots, and he chuckled back at you.

“Oh my, dear sir,” your suddenly exalted facade almost shattered, but you quickly collected yourself in order to keep your act neat and polished. “May I steal a kiss from such a charming gentleman?”

“You’re quite persistent,” he regained his composure, making you both steady. “I will allow you this once.”

Your hands moved from his shoulders to his face, cupping his cheeks, and you pressed your lips to his in a gentle kiss.

“Only once?” You asked through the kiss, your lips remaining on his.

“Maybe twice,” he hummed, deepening the kiss as if echoing melodious thunder rumbling.

─ ⊹ Sebek ZIgvolt ♡₊

Humans were strange.

“Your hair messed up.”

Out of all human beings you were the one he couldn’t understand the most. Are you out of your mind, fixing his hair locks so fearlessly like that?

“Your uniform is all wrinkled too, human.”

Maybe he wasn’t reasonable himself. You giggled when his strong hands reached out to you, adjusting your collar so it’s not messy in any way, yet it didn’t really have much impact due to you always fidgeting.

A firm sense of déjà vu lingered somewhere underneath his forthright persona whenever you were near him. You were just… there. You existed, and he remembered you as an annoying (but were you really?..) magicless person who was at least astute enough to realize his young master wasn’t scary, he was a magnificent, dignified and wise leader, and yet…

You. Just how dare you to look at Sebek while his young master was present! What was the point of your playful glances and in addition, why was his master grinning so suspiciously at his cheeks that were suddenly growing red?! Look, human, you are always making him suffer a sudden fever.

At least you were smart and eager to study gargoyles so that you had enough intelligence to share with his young master on your late night strolls, so that’s why you were here, in Sebek’s room, in the first place.

Your intention of taking lessons from him was appealing in a way, and he admired your perseverance, so he couldn’t afford mucking your expectations up, so he spent all his free time preparing a five-hour lecture with a test consisted of fifty five questions in the end.

He supposed you were extremely eager to memorize everything he shared with so much passion, why were you dozing off?! Apparently, you spend too much time with Silver… Somehow he didn’t like the thought, quickly brushing it off and opening his mouth in order to demand you regain your attention on the papers rather than his face (why were you so preoccupied with observing his lips anyway?!), but suddenly a reverberating noise came from the outside.

“Hm? What’s happening?” You stood up, glancing at the window.

Sebek opened the curtains, revealing a heavy downpour outside the window and rumbling thunder, changing into glistening flashes of lightning.

“Human, I advise you to stay here for a little longer.”

Something warm blossomed in your chest at his words, but you still had an act to play. You let out a sigh, then sprawled on his table and looked at him meekly.

“Ah, but what do we do? As much as I admire and treasure your lectures, we’ve been discussing the overhang of the roof, supported by an entablature with a strongly protruding cornice, no longer threatening the walls with dampness over five hours already…” You quoted Sebek precisely, a cheeky grin on your face.

“Intend to slack off, human? Not on my watch.”

“Urgh, fine!” You pouted, straightening up and sighing. “But what’s the point of studying if you’re not encouraging and praising me for all the hard work I’ve done?”

And you were actually right. Notes you’ve done were filled up with a great amount of precision and thoughtfulness, you deserved to be praised a little. Was that a part of educating Lilia notified Sebek about before getting started doing his own research on gargoyles? He wouldn’t want to disappoint master Lilia, even if the teaching process was hard and thorny.

“Alright,” he turned to you, looking straight into your eyes and finding sudden glimpses of fondness. “Ask me anything within my capacity to do so that it’ll encourage you to work even harder.”

“Anything, really?”

You jumped at an unexpected thunder strike. Sebek was quick to put his hands on your shoulders, guided by an unfamiliar impulse for him. You smiled gently, noticing a light pink dust on his cheeks.

“Calm down human, it’s just thunder.”

“Oh, but I’m so scared…” your act was absolutely horrible, and yet Sebek tensed. “But there is something you can do to make me switch my attention to your lecture.”

“I’m all ears.”

“Could you please fix my hair? It’s all tangled.”

He let out a sigh, running his hands through your hair and combing it gently with his fingers while you giggled and left a quick peck on his cheek, forcing Sebek to jolt and back away from you, covering his cheeks with his hand in an awkward attempt to hide the blush spreading on his face.

“What the?!- Human!!”

“I feel so inspired now, shall we continue studying?”

For the first time in his life he thought that he would not be able to quickly regain his composure since that sweet smile of yours occupied all his thoughts.

#twst #twst x reader #deuce x reader #epel x reader #sebek x reader #twisted wonderland #deuce spade #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt

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reds-skull · 5 months

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Not Alive, Nor Dead

[PREV PART] [AO3]

Sometimes I worry I make the action too short. I guess I just don't know how to add too much to it yet.

Honestly, it's weird thinking about how I already finished 11 chapters in like... 10 days? I keep this up for a month, and I'll end up with 100k words lmao (doubt that will happen tho...)

Right before he’s about to retire to his room for the night, Rudy catches up to him, eyes distraught. Ghost doesn’t like what it forebodes for his conversation with his Reaper.

“Fantasma.” Rudy shifts restlessly, “I don’t have much to give you.”

Would be a miracle if he did, Ghost imagines.

“I asked it about you, it said I should stay away from ‘the revenant of the Void’, that you’re powerful on a level we can’t comprehend.”, Rudy air quotes.

“Limbo seems easy enough to understand to me.” Ghost rolls his eyes. The day he finds a non-dramatic Reaper is the day he’ll die for good.

“It said Limbo works similarly to Reaper realms, that it has… strange effects on humans.” Rudy trails off, but Ghost perks up.

The Vaquero notices that, “you didn’t know?”

“Wasn’t in the bloody field manual” Ghost rumbles.

The man laughs, but he quickly returns to his solemn mood, “I asked him about Soap and it just… left.”

Ever Reapers don’t wanna give him any fucking information about Johnny.

Ghost sighs, “bloody gits, always run off before you can get anything useful.”

“Mine doesn’t usually do that… I think it was scared.”

“Of what?”

“Soap, his Reaper. Heavens know.”

Ghost nods, “appreciate the gesture, Rudy. Cheers.” He walks off to his bed, expecting another night of theorizing and over analyzing ahead of him.

They spend days collecting information, Shadow Company’s helo circling the party venue at night, and Vaqueros on constant watch for movement.

They’ve decided on Bravo to include Soap, Rudy and Gaz, while Romeo with consist of Price, Alejandro and himself. Graves will keep an eye on El Sin Nombre from the sky, making sure he doesn’t slip away.

Price calls them for a private meeting of just the 141 members, going over engagement rules and power authorization.

Ghost isn’t fond of the idea of Soap and Gaz being away from him, but after the favor Rudy did him he trusts the man. He also thinks morbidly that perhaps it’s for the best Johnny will be far from him, considering how Limbo is out to get him.

Shepherd joins the meeting for a short while, and Price fills him in on everything he missed. Everything, besides Soap’s little visit to Limbo, and the fact his Sergeant is now able to see things he couldn’t before.

They conclude the debrief, but the Captain orders them to stay. He looks at Ghost and informs him in his thoughts, “it’s time we discuss everything we know about Limbo with the others.”

He glances over to Johnny, who’s giving him a confused smile. He doubts it will stay after everything is said.

“I met with my Reaper on the plane to Las Almas.” Ghost starts with the beginning. “Warned me to stay away from ‘the revenant of destruction’ if I want to live”.

Soap flinches next to him.

“What?!” the Scot spouts at him, “you went on a mission with me knowing that?!”

“I’m not letting the damn Reaper decide who I trust with my six, Sergeant.” ghost drawls, “and you know yourself Reapers often don’t say exactly what they mean.”

Soap inhales to retort, but the Captain cuts him off, “it’s possible the Reaper means decades from now, or that your death will also kill Ghost. Not necessarily your actions.”

Johnny and Price enter a short staring match, probably shouting in each other’s brain, and Soap huffs and crosses his arms, “yes sir.”

His flaming fingers tap incessantly on his biceps, Ghost notes. He remembers why Soap originally didn’t use his explosion creation powers, how he was trying to repent for the innocent deaths it caused.

Ghost won’t let Soap impede his own progress because of a theoretical, possible future tragedy.

He moves onto his other findings, “after I brought Johnny to Limbo, he started seeing its residents outside of it, when they try to drag me down from the ground.” he feels a sneaky git make a pass at his leg, and Soap stomps it for him, giving him a stern look.

Garrick, whose been silent up until now (probably processing the honestly heavy amount of information) chimes up, “think that’s why they went at Soap on the training grounds? Maybe they could see him too.”

Ghost blinks in awe, how hasn’t he thought of it himself? “Would make sense.” he considers the theory, “that means…”

“No matter where I am, it’s like I’m always inside Limbo when you activate it.” Soap realizes.

Price nods thoughtfully, “only way to protect Soap now would be to have him right next to you.”

“No.”, Ghost hurriedly interjects, “Parra talked with his Reaper about the situation-”

“-just how much did you lot hide from me?!” Gaz interrupts.

“We didn’t hear about this either, Kyle, ease up” Price exhales.

Ghost hears Garrick scoff before resuming, “it said Limbo works similarly to Reaper realms, meaning it changes humans who enter it.” He stares at Johnny, “I won’t risk altering you any further.”

Soap squints, “yer worrying about me a whole lot for someone I will supposedly kill.”

“We’re all worried about you, mate.” Gaz calms the tense atmosphere around the two of them, “you’re more dangerous to yourself than the damn hostiles.”

“Real comforting Gaz.” Soap dead-pans. Garrick shrugs.

Price looks at the three of them, as if he’s been waiting for them to stop bickering like old hags, and focuses on Ghost, “from now on, you either don’t use Limbo, or do it far from Sergeant MacTavish, that clear?”

“Yes sir.” wasn’t planning on having it any other way.

“What if there’s an emergency?” johnny challenges. Ghost has to surpass an urge to shake the man by his shoulders. It’s like he was built to worry him.

“We’ll have to risk you changing a little more”, Price sighs.

Gaz fists Soap’s shoulder, “maybe next time you’ll get a skull mask of your own.”

“Aye, we’ll be matching, LT.” Johnny laughs a little.

After the entire day was spent in meetings and debriefs, Ghost and Soap returned to their room to sleep. In a few hours, they will take watch at a hill overlooking the birthday party, and wait for El Sin Nombre to make his move.

Ghost barely started drifting off when the bunk bed shook and Soap underneath him gasped, muttering a long list of curses he wasn’t sure were entirely in English.

“Johnny?”

The Sergeant stands up and backs away from the bed, Ghost now leaning on his elbows to see what got him so jumpy.

“Your bloody ‘friends’ keep feelin’ me up again.” Soap eventually lets out. “I see why you sleep up there.”

Ghost exhales, “they’re trying to get to me…” he makes a move to get up, “take my bed, I’ll take yours.”

“I’m not taking your fuckin’ bed! They’re just gonna grab ye instead!” his Sergeant walks over and shoves Ghost back on the thin mattress. Or at least he tries to, as Ghost instantly reverses the grip and pushes him off.

He tsks, “we should work on your hand-to-hand combat, Sergeant.” he smiles smugly behind the mask.

Soap frowns, “not my feckin’ fault yer built like a tank, sir.”

His Sergeant hops up and takes a sit next to him on the top bunk, leaning back with a sigh. The bed was small enough that Ghost could feel the heat coming off Soap in gentle waves.

“You’re going to sleep like this?” Ghost ribbed him gently.

Soap just wiggled around, crossed his arms and closed his eyes, “aye, slept in worse places.”

Ghost raised an eyebrow, and feels his mouth twitch to a smile, “you better not complain about your back tomorrow.”

Johnny grins and cracks one eye open, “not an old man like ye. Besides, wouldn’t be a problem if we just cuddled, sir.” he gives him that cheeky look that tells Ghost he’s joking.

“In your dreams, Sergeant.” he murmurs.

Soap closes his eyes again, “oh, it certainly will be.”

The party started at sunset, Price, Alejandro and Ghost staying on the hill, watching as Bravo makes their way down.

Gaz will take out the guards situated outside the party, and Soap will explode the cars of the guests, parked on the south-east of the mansion the party takes place in. Rudy will freeze shut the doors exiting that side, funneling anyone to the north-west, where team Romeo is waiting.

Graves is monitoring the guests, trying to spot any suspicious activity. Ghost reckons he won’t find much, considering the Vaqueros have been trying to find out El Sin Nombre’s real identity for years now. He puts more trust in the Mexicans than Shadow Company.

They watch Garrick’s sniper shoot the guards, small flashes of light high in the night sky the only hint something’s amiss. “Exterior clear, Captain.” he informs them.

“Bravo” Price radios in next to Ghost, “permission to commence diversion.”

“With pleasure”, Johnny whispers into his mic, and Ghost feels an excitement bubble within him. He can’t wait to see what his Sergeant will do.

Not a moment later a fireball rises from the parking lot, a loud sound following a second later. The music from the party cuts off, and it devolves into a chaos of frightened guests running away. Guards attempt to reach the destroyed cars, no doubt after the perpetrator, but are stopped by the frozen doors Rudy is keeping sealed shut.

“Dead ahead north, 5 bodyguards and the Lugarteniente running off, one of them must be Sin Nombre.” Graves’ grating voice drawls through comms. The three of them rise from their hidden spot and start running, Gaz taking out anyone aiming at them.

Ghost watches Price’s eyes move rapidly, scanning the minds of their potential targets. “That one! El Sin Nombre is a female sicaria!”

Alejandro whips his head around, shouting, “are you sure, hermano?!”

“Positive-!” a force field shoves them back, one of the bodyguards raising their arms as if they're physically pushing it.

Ghost and Price get knocked back, but Alejandro runs ahead, the force field passing through him harmlessly. He phases back into the material world to shoot the man down.

Ghost kills another aiming at the Vaquero commander, Price taking the last two.

The Lugarteniente stares intently at Alejandro, and he abruptly drops like a doll and groans in pain. Ghost takes out a throwing knife and buries it in the man’s eye socket, making him release Alejandro from his influence.

El Sin Nombre frantically looks around, pistol swinging between each soldier. Graves’ helo lowers, shining spotlights at the woman, “drop your weapon! Down on the ground!”

Sin Nombre zeros in on Alejandro, giving him an arrogant smile, “Los Vaqueros working with Shadow Company? You’ve truly fallen from grace, Vargas.” She laughs.

Alejandro doesn’t respond, opting to grind his teeth. Price steps forward to bind her wrists while the helo lands, Graves stepping out with a winning face. Ghost rolls his eyes, the American looks like he did anything of importance on this mission.

“El Sin Nombre, in the flesh. I’m sure we’ll have a lot of fun.” Graves smiles down coldly at her.

She looks him up and down, “who brought this pendejo gringo here?”.

“None of your business, Valeria”, Alejandro growls. Valeria? He knows her?

Price cuts the little chat by taking hold of her, dragging her to the helo. Ghost watches Alejandro stare at her, eyes frowned with contempt, before sighing and climbing aboard.

Ghost grabs hold of his radio, “HIV is captured, we’re RTB.”

“Something on my face, Sergeant?”

Sin Nombre is escorted off to a shipment container for interrogation, and the group slowly trickles inside, when Ghost notices Soap’s stare on him.

The Scot startles and averts his eyes. When he looks back, his eyes are full of mirth. He leans forward, and Ghost’s instincts tell him to lean back. He stays put.

“Aye, you got a smidgen of dirt right…” Johnny brushes a finger on the side of his mask, the mellow flame tingling his cheeks, his chest filling with warmth, “...here.”

His Sergeant shows him the finger, permanently blackened by fire, and a playful grin.

“What would I do without you, Johnny.” Ghost sarcastically grumbles, the feeling of Johnny’s flame seared into his face.

The Sergeant chuckles before entering the container. Garrick’s eyes look at Ghost, a smirk growing on his face. He doesn’t say a word as he trails behind Soap.

Valeria joins the Graves hate club! Also Gaz is literally like 👀

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Kit and Ash’s first meeting is gonna be like

Kit and Ash already in the middle of a fight:

Kit: jeez what did I ever do to you?

Ash: i have to kill you, Janus says you want to steal my throne

Kit: what? You mean evil Jace thinks I want to be the next Seelie Queen ?!

Ash: yes so I have to kill you

Kit: woah woah woah sorry no offense Prince—what’s your name again?

Ash: Ash

Kit: look no offense Ash but the only thing of yours I would want are your wings, they’re sick and I haven’t figured out how to make my own yet

Ash: How can I believe you? You are the first heir. You could have all of faerie.

Kit: yeah yeah so what, my great smth grandmother was from there, I have no investment with the place— you can have at it

Ash: You must be lying. I have to kill you.

(Kit and Ash continue fighting; Kit changes tactics)

Kit: ok ok fine you can kill me

Ash: what?

Kit: you can kill me and have faerie all to yourself, but can I at least facetime my best friend one last time to say goodbye

Ash: …I suppose

Kit: *takes out his phone and calls Dru with Ash watching him*

Dru picks up: Kit what’s up, I had to pause my movie

*Ash stunned*

Kit: well sorry to interrupt🙄,, I’m just calling to say goodbye

Dru: don’t be dramatic, give Ty time, I swear he’s in love with you

Kit: he’s not, he hates me 😩

Dru: by the angel

Kit: ok but that’s actually not why I called

Dru: really 🤨

Kit: yeah I actually am about to get killed

Dru: shit. do they know that only me, Ty, or Thais in my absence are allowed to kill you

Kit: I’ll tell them

Dru: good, fire message me if you acc need help. I’m in the middle of what we do in the shadows tho, so hopefully it’s important

Kit:🙄 k see you tmrw if I’m still alive

Dru: byeeee

*pause*

Kit to Ash: ok so technically only Dru, Ty, or Thais can kill me, but I suppose you can now if you need

Ash: who is she?

Kit: my best friend? Dru

Ash: yes I’ve seen her before, she is beautiful I must meet her

Kit: ha, well I could give you her number

Ash: her number?

Kit: yeah ya know to text her? Oh right you’re from faerie I’d have to show you

Ash: you can show me how to text Dru and then I kill you?

Kit: I mean sure, you could, but then Dru would prob block you if you killed me so it would all be for nothing

Ash: block me? But how would she know?

Kit: Block like cute contact. And she’d figure it out fast she’s smart and she’d know something was wrong as soon as I break our 206 day snapstreak.

Ash: snapstreak— is that your special bond?

Kit: sure, but look, if you don’t kill me perhaps you too could have a snapstreak with Dru one day!

Ash: really ?!

Kit: yup! so what do you say? Still gonna kill me or are you gonna hold off on doing what evil Jace says

Ash: Janus is away for a while, so I suppose I can wait. I want a snapstreak with Dru

Kit: brilliant! You can start by being in my snap to Dru, we’ll see if she recognizes you…

#they are so gen z #i love the twp gang #they’re gonna slay #kit and ash friendship #kit x ty #kit and dru friendship #let kit herondale go to the 1989 world tour in 2015 #kit herondale #ty blackthorn #dru blackthorn #ash morgenstern #the wicked powers #twp #tsc #tda #thais pedroso #the mortal instruments

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My Little Shadow: Part Thirteen (Azriel x Reader)

Warnings: Kidnapping, torture, blood and injuries

Tag list: @mis-lil-red @bubybubsters @luvmoo @rorel1a @minakay @foreverrandomwritings

Part twelve Part thirteen

You manage so save Azriel... but what about yourself?

Hewn City was quieter than usual. Whatever was going on, no one wanted to be part of it.

I didn’t blame them, for once.

I had ended up with Cassian, the two of us flying through rooms, people running away in our wake.

I reached out for one of the wall mounted lamps, tugging down to reveal a hidden door a little further down.

“How likely is he to be in there?” Cassian growls, and I can’t help but to thank the mother he’s not one of my enemies.

“I don’t know. My father doesn’t know that I know about these passages, so it’s a good bet he’ll be in one of the ones I mentioned.”

We continued down the hallway until my shadows which I had sent ahead slingshot-ed back, and I knew Azriel was ahead.

“He’s here. So are five others.” I whisper, barely audible.

“It’s probably a trap.” He responds, and I let my shadows wrap around me.

“Does it matter?”

He shoots me a grin. “Hell no.”

We both slam the door open at the end of the hall, and I make a quick scan for any of those sigils, just to double check.

My eyes caught on Azriel, chained to the floor in the middle of the room. He was bleeding heavily, his face bruised and cut up, his back had burn marks all across it now, and to my horror his beautiful wings had been snapped in multiple places, cut up and mutilated.

Azriel doesn’t even notice us through his haze of pain, using all his energy from falling to the floor.

His attackers do though.

I don’t know if it was me or Cassian who let out the bloody war cry, but I didn’t care, I was so enveloped with rage for what they had done to my beautiful, sweet, Azriel.

What they had done to my mate.

The one with the branding iron found my wrath first, the weapon tumbling from his hand in shock as he screamed.

I sent my shadows forward, and the four other men were gaping at me in horror. Cass was trying to get Azriel unchained.

He had trained me, and he knew well enough that I could handle these four men myself.

And I was going to enjoy it.

Their screams echoed throughout the room and hallway for over ten minutes, much longer than I needed to kill them.

Once the screaming stopped though, I headed over to Azriel and Cassian. Azriel had fallen unconscious, and Cassian was hauling him over his shoulder. “Will he be alright?” I asked, not bothering to hide the panic in my voice.

He nodded. “We just need to get him home.”

“Well, I’m sorry to ruin the reunion, but I think I’m going to need you all to stay a bit longer.” I watched in terror as my father entered the room, wearing a suit of black with red accents.

My eyes flick to his neck, where a thin collar of ebony resides. It’s not unlike the rings the maids who had cleaned and dressed me that horrible day wore.

My gut twisted in anxiety. Something about this was wrong, my mind screamed.

I positioned myself in front of Cassian and Azriel. I knew the general didn’t need protection, but my mate did.

And so, without a second thought, I send my shadows to them, whisking them off in moments.

“You have me here father,” My shadows quickly returned, telling me that this man wasn’t my father. I believed them. “Or, whatever you are. What is it you want from me?”

The thing grins, and I can see a glimpse of what that thing is that is in my father. “Not many can see us, you know. We go undetected for years in most cases, but now… These shadowsingers are more a pain than anything, but we still have a use for you.”

I would laugh, but the sight of Azriel, battered and broken still haunted me. “Do you really think that I’m just going to go with you willingly?”

He laughs, the sound wicked and pleased. “You are just as spirited as I thought you would be.”

“Seize her.”

I hadn’t been paying attention to my surroundings, too distracted by thoughts of my mate and avenging him.

I whip around, swinging my sword so that anyone standing there would receive a gash like no other.

But there was no one standing there.

No, there were creatures, horrible, twisted creatures that wore ebony rings that clinked against the marble floor as they scurried over.

I let out a strangled cry as one of them grabbed my ankle with inhuman strength, tugging hard and pulling my feet out from under me.

Using everything in me, I fought back. But as soon as I cut one, another came and took its place, or maybe it was the same one coming back. Their hands clawed at every inch of me, the only thing I could see were these hideous beings as I screamed.

It was only a matter of moments before I was disarmed, letting out a cry as one of the creatures pulled me up by the hair to look into the eyes of their master.

Their fingers dug into my sides and limbs, keeping me utterly still as the thing inside my father studied me with cruel excitement. “I think you’ll be easier to break than the last one.” He said with cruel excitement in his eyes.

I screamed into the void as the creatures dragged me father down into the depths of Hewn City, down farther than even I thought the tunnels went.

Eventually I was thrown down before some sort of structure, chained to the floor much like I had seen Azriel before.

My stomach twisted as I realized where this was heading.

“I’m never going to give you anything, no matter what you do to me.” I say, speaking with more confidence than I felt.

He grinned as if he could see right through my attempt at bravery. “I have a feeling that will change soon.” He hummed as he picked up a bottle of something.

“That male was your mate, correct?”

I struggled with myself not to snarl at him, at the dismissive way he said it.

He grinned as he turned around with the bottle, grabbing my chained wrist and pouring the cold, oily liquid over my hands. “Maybe you should have matching scars then.”

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Chapter 17: Mad Fools

Season One | Season Two | Season Three | Season Four

[Raining Hellfire: Season Four]

Word Count: 4216 words

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, fluff (like sweet-tooth kind of fluffiness that i love so no one can hate it), angst

[A/N: you are all going to go absolutely ballistic on me and i completely understand. half of you are gonna love me tho. *disappears menacingly into the shadows*]

Mad Fools

The RV was parked in the middle of an empty field, away from the public, and with enough space to make weapons.

Fighting Vecna wasn’t going to be easy, nor would it ever be a fair fight, but you sure as hell were gonna try.

You sat with Steve and Robin, helping them create Molotov cocktails, something Robin insisted upon. She was right, of course. What easier way to set fire to Vecna than being able to throw fire?

Across the field, furthest away, Dustin and Eddie worked on their shields, taking inspiration from the bats you and Steve wielded a couple years back by adding an assortment of nails into trash can lids.

Max sat with Nancy, watching as she sawed off her shotgun. Nancy needed it to be close range, and to create enough damage if need be.

The Sinclairs were sat together, creating spears to the best of their ability. And by that, you meant to Erica’s ability since Lucas had no idea what he was doing.

You fiddle around with the fuel-filled bottles, shoving in material and placing it beside you once complete. You sat cross-legged in front of Steve and Robin, watching as they poured the gas in through a funnel, careful not to spill.

“It just doesn’t make sense.” Steve says and you remove your headphones for a moment, resting them around your neck.

“What doesn’t make sense?” You ask and he sighs.

“That was Dan Shelter.”

You frown, looking to Robin for context. She shakes her head slightly.

“So, uh…” She begins, setting the gas can upright so she could tell her story, “You remember that girl I told you about?”

“Vickie?” You suggest and she nods.

You kept in touch with Robin occasionally when you were in Florida. She always called you whenever she had a break, or, more often than not, whenever she was bored during her shift at Family Video. At the beginning of your move, she called almost everyday. Then it became every week, slowly turning into every month. You didn’t blame her for it; you both just got busy. So, it was many weeks she had ranted about the girl of her dreams to you; Vickie.

But considering how homophobic the time you lived in seemed to be, she never had the courage to express herself. You related to that, heavily. You could laugh about it now that you were both close friends, but the crush you had on her years back was a terrifying experience.

It only took one misjudged confession to make you a town pariah.

“She was at War Zone.” She nods, avoiding your eyes and your heart drops.

“I’m guessing that this Dan…” You don’t finish the sentence, merely watching as she nods and continues her task. “Wait, Shelter? Didn’t that guy graduate?”

You remember seeing the name in one of the display cases, a blonde haired boy holding up a trophy for some sport you weren’t interested in. You vaguely recalled seeing him in your English class.

“So?” Robin shrugs and Steve raises his eyebrows.

“So he’s in college.” He explains, “Which means he was visiting on spring break. Fast Times was returned, like, I don’t know, a week ago?”

“Oh, she watched Fast Times?” You catch on and Steve nods.

“Yeah, and guess where it kept being paused at?” He questions and you purse your lips.

“Paused at?…” You think for a second before realisation spreads across your face and Steve gestures an arm towards you.

“See?” Steve tries and Robin tilts her head at him, squinting her eyes. “Unless she’s got some horn-dog brother we don’t know about. Which is possible.”

“Or she’s just really into Judge Reinhold?” You offer and Steve snaps his finger at your suggestion.

“Guys!” Robin interrupts. The equipment was now on the grass beside them and she looks down, fiddling with her hands.

“What?” Steve frowns and she whips her head up.

“I don’t care.” She shrugs, looking to you both. “And I don’t understand why you do either with everything that’s going on. Honestly, this feels like a perfect time for that little pull of the rug because… in the face of the world ending, the stakes of my love life feel spectacularly low.”

“Yeah,” Steve nods, looking at his hands, “I mean, I get you there, but… I still have hope.”

“Me too.” You add and Robin raises her brow, ready to object, “Look, Robs. We don’t know the full picture here. Yeah, okay, she has a boyfriend. But… that doesn’t mean there isn’t something else going on. Believe me, I know first hand.”

She ponders this for a moment before shaking her head. “No, no. I doubt-”

“Come on.” You stress as Steve hands you another bottle, shoving in the white cloth. “Free will still exists, even in this suffocating town, which means people don’t have to subject themselves to one lifestyle for the rest of their lives. She could like guys and girls. Yeah, she’s with a guy right now but those feelings will still be there. And she’s probably just scared because people always expect one or the other, not both. They hate anything out of the realm of their 'normal', so imagine how they'd react to a girl that chooses both. And… I don’t think she has anyone to talk to about that. So, if it turns out I’m right, then you’re gonna have to suck it up and keep trying because you just won’t know unless you are there with her.”

Robin smiles at you as you hand her the finished bottle.

“Yeah. Yeah, I know you’re right.” She sighs. As she speaks, you notice Steve looking at you with an unreadable expression.

You feel a little lighter, somehow. After all the monsters and gates, you didn’t realise how much baggage you were holding onto from your own feelings.

“Y/n’s definitely right.” Steve finally says with a small smile, eyes never leaving yours. “You never know until you try.”

Something is shared between you, a look neither of you quite understood. It goes unnoticed by Robin however when she grabs the fuel can again.

“Not everything has a happy ending.” She states and you let out a sigh.

“Yeah, yeah, believe me, I know.” Steve admits, handing you another bottle. He looks off to somewhere in the distance and you don’t need to turn around to see who he’s staring at.

“I don’t think she’s talking about failed romance.” You say softly.

Robin lets out a breathy laugh, “No, I’m not. I just… I have this terrible, gnawing feeling that… it might not work out for us this time.”

As if on cue, the tape in your Walkman stops and you pick it up, squeezing it tightly.

“You think we shouldn’t be doing this?” Steve asks, brows furrowed.

“I think we’re mad fools, the lot of us, but… if we don’t stop him, who will?”

“Here, here.” You suddenly say, holding up a bottle and Robin laughs, clinking her own against it before you both set them to the side.

Steve keeps staring out at the field, at all your friends.

“We have to try, right?” Robin says.

After a moment, Steve nods slightly, glancing between you both. “Yeah.”

He grabs another bottle, holding it up with a smirk. “To killing Vecna.”

You and Robin reclaim you bottles and hold them up.

“Slash Henry.” Robin chuckles and you tilt your head.

“Slash One.” You finish and you all tap the glasses, smiling.

When you put the bottle back down, however, your face drops, glancing back down at your Walkman.

This moment right here, all of you on the field, is the last time you’ll ever feel safe. Even if you do succeed, even if Vecna is gone for good, those nightmares and terrifying memories are going to live with you forever.

You’ll constantly be wondering when the next gate will open, always on edge at every creak and breath you may hear at night. This’ll never truly be over, not in your mind anyway.

And, if you fail miserably, that meant that this may be the last time you will see eachother.

“We’re out of bottles.” Robin suddenly notes, standing up. “We got any more?”

“In the back.” Steve gestures to the RV behind him and she nods, saying she’ll be quick.

As she moves around the vehicle, you take the opportunity to free your mind.

“Hey, uh, Steve?” You start and he raises his head to you, testing how much fuel was left in the can.

“Yeah?”

“I, um…” You frown, trying to find the right words. You weren’t really sure what you were going to say, either. All you knew, was that you wanted to talk to him.

“Is everything okay?” He sets the object down beside him, sliding off his seat so he could sit on the grass opposite you, meeting your height with a soft frown.

“I’m really glad I met you.” You finally say and his frown turns to surprise. “Seriously. I… I never thought I’d enjoy Hawkins, let alone make friends. When… when my parents sent me away I was so convinced that I’d hate this place. And then you almost hit me with that basketball.”

You let out a small laugh when Steve grimaces before continuing.

“Even if it got rocky for a while there, you were always the one person truly on my side.” You nod, finally meeting his eyes again, “I never really appreciated that as much as I should have.”

“Where is this all coming from?” Steve asks quietly, reaching out to take your hand in his.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen next.” You admit shakily, taking a breath, “But I’m just really glad that you’re there by my side. That I was there in the gym that day, that I met you when I felt the shittiest I ever felt because… you really made my life better, even for just a moment.”

“You know,” He shuffles forward, eyes drifting to someone behind you before finding your eyes again, “I was thinking about hitting my head a while back.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You laugh in surprise and he shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

“That’s not… okay, let me try again.” He smiles, composing himself. “I lost myself for a while there in high school. And… I guess, I thought that was who I really was, you know? Just some douchebag jock with a girl who deserved way better. And everyone seemed to accept that about me. No one questioned it, or tried to tell me I was an asshole. Everyone… but you.”

“I am always great with compliments.” You joke and he chuckles.

“You were the only thing reminding me of who I really was, who I could be. And I can’t even begin to tell you how grateful I am about that. You didn’t give up.”

“I wasn’t really ready to admit that I lost you.” You shrug, twisting grass together with your free hand, “Especially not to Tommy and Carol, I mean, that’s just embarrassing on my part.”

“You’re right.” He suddenly nods, sitting back up and you raise an eyebrow. “About what you said earlier. We have no idea what’s going to happen next. And… I guess now’s the perfect time to get things off our chest, right?”

“If you’re expecting more from me, I’m afraid that’s all the emotion I can show today.” You smirk but he takes a deep breath.

“I was an idiot when we were friends.”

“Agreed.” You grin and he throws a cloth at you.

“Shut up, I’m pouring my heart out here.” Steve laughs, running a hand through his hair and leaning forward again. “No, I… I was so caught up with what everyone else thought of me that I never paid attention to what you thought of me.”

Your heart stops, eyes widening. “Uh… what are you-”

“Robin.” He winces and you lean back on your arms, exhaling. Why you continued to tell her secrets, you didn't know.

“Of course.”

“No, it’s not- it’s not a bad thing, I-” He dips his head to make you bring your eyes back to his, smiling. “I really liked you, too.”

“Steve.” You sit back up, “I know there’s a chance it could really happen, but I’d rather die than make you feel like you have to show me pity-”

“No! No, I’m not kidding.” He says and when you stare him down, his expression never changes. He was serious.

“Seriously?” You raise an eyebrow just in case and he nods.

“Seriously.”

You think for a moment, seconds flying by, until you grab the cloth and hit him with it.

“Hey!” Steve protests with a confused laugh.

“Why didn’t you say something?” You exclaim, dropping the cloth, “My god, I remember feeling like such an idiot for ever even liking you. Oh, and the cherry on top, you ended up dating my best friend anyway and I had to hear about how great of a kisser you were, and how cool your hair was, and-”

“Y/n!” He grabs both of your hands, laughing. “Calm down.”

“Sorry.” You laugh with him, tilting your head. “Why are we like this?”

“I wish I knew.” He smiles, shaking his head. He lowers his head for a moment before looking back at you with a knowing smirk. “This is it for us, isn’t it? What we have right now.”

“I…” You let out a breath, gently tightening your grip on his hands. “Complete honesty?”

“Always.” He nods and you sigh.

“I hope not.” You whisper out and he smiles softly.

You hear laughter behind you, eyes drifting to the noise and seeing Eddie play-fighting with Dustin, a big grin on his face as he waved around his shield.

“But you’re not ready to move on.” Steve concludes and you look back at him.

“No, I am. I was? I-” You stop, shaking your head. “God, I don’t even know. I mean, when I left Hawkins I got the opportunity to think about everything, to actually deal with my feelings for once and now…”

“I get that.” Steve’s gaze flickers from yours to the grass. “Jesus, I really get that. One minute, I’m fine. The next…”

“We’re in the Upside Down.” You frown and he raises an eyebrow. You remembered Eddie's earlier query, the small thought lingering in the back of your mind. “What if… no, it’s stupid.”

“Nothing you have ever said in your entire life has been stupid.” He laughs and you smile.

“I just wonder that… with everything we’re learning about the Upside Down, what if there’s something more to it?” You lower your voice to a whisper, “It’s literally stuck in ‘83, is it so impossible to think that maybe time is more of an influence down there than we think?”

“How does that link to our doomed relationship status?” Steve questions with the purse of his lips and you shrug.

“I… don’t actually know. What I do know is that I finally healed and then ever since I stepped foot in that place again, all these feelings popped back up and the wound tore open. Metaphorically, of course. And literally.”

“Yeah.” He slowly nods and you tilt your head. “No, seriously. It makes sense.”

“You don’t have to agree with everything I say, you know.” You laugh and he lets go of your hand to run his through his hair before returning it back to its rightful place.

“Yeah, well get used to it.” Steve chuckles before really focusing on you. “Honesty, right? I… I don’t want this to be all there is for us either.”

“Then what now?” You ask, bringing your clasped hands to rest just below your chin and he leans in, forehead against yours. “There’s so much going on right now. I mean, from the curses to the exes, how do I even- I don’t know how much I can deal with right now.”

“We wait.” He finally suggests and you pull back to look at him, “We kill Vecna, we save Hawkins, again, and… we see where it leads us.”

“So… we’re friends. For now.” You add with a smile and he grins at you.

“For now.” He nods. The look he gave you set butterflies in your chest. But not the fluttering mess of it all, but rather a beautiful warmth of wings around your heart.

Then, he glances back at the RV and tightens his lips. “We, uh, we’re not telling Robin about this are we?”

“God no.” You shake your head, blinking. “I love her to pieces but... no. We need to kill Vecna, not blast confetti cannons and hear Robin’s speech on true love.”

“Confetti cannons?” Steve repeats your words.

“I don’t know, seems like a Robin thing to me.” You shrug.

“Agree to disagree.” He retorts and you make a surprised sound.

“Wow, what happened to always agreeing with me?” You joke and soon fall into a comfortable silence, feeling the breeze gently brush your hair.

After a moment, a laugh leaves his lips and you raise your eyebrows.

“What?”

“I’m gonna take you to Skull Rock.” Steve smirks and you let out a breathy laugh.

“Don’t you even dare.”

“Yep, we’re gonna smooch.”

“Oh my god, don’t say that.”

“Smooooch.”

“Stop.”

“What are you guys-” Robin rounds the corner with various bottles, eyes widening when she sees you both leant in to eachother, hands clasped together. And, with a happy gasp, she drops the bottles and you both wince, glad the grass was enough of a cushion to stop them from shattering.

“Finally!” She squeals, doing a little happy dance before she abruptly stops. “Oh, shit. I forgot my glitter.”

“Glitter?” You question while Steve looks baffled.

“What- glitter... what?!”

“I was saving it for when you two finally happened!” She declares with a pout and you and Steve stop, turning to eachother slowly.

You both look down at your hands, gently letting go with a laugh. Your heart raced a little. If you and Steve were meant to be keeping this on the down-low, you were failing pretty bad at it.

“Robs-”

“No, I know it’s here somewhere.” She ignores you, patting down her pockets.

“Seriously, Robin-” Steve tries this time and she grins.

“A-ha!” She celebrates, pulling out a packet of glitter and you groan.

“Okay, that’s cute and all.” You comment as she pours it into her hand, “But what we’re trying to tell you is-”

Your words were cut short when Robin blew glitter at you, the shiny little dots covering you and Steve.

“… we’re not together.” You finish, spitting out silver glitter that had clung to your lips.

“What?” She slumps her shoulders.

“Yeah.” Steve nods, wiping down his face with a cloth. “But, uh, nice try.”

“That sucks.” Robin shrugs before looking at you both and wincing. “Sorry, I got carried away.”

“You think?” You laugh and she crouches beside you, grabbing another cloth to help clean you off.

“Wasted glitter, too.” She huffs and you deadpan her, earning an apologetic smile, “I’ve just been carrying this thing around since Scoops, you know?”

“Why?” Steve stares at her like she’s insane but all she does is shrug again, gently wiping pieces of glitter from your eye.

“Could have been a confetti cannon.” You mutter under your breath, Steve smirking at you.

“I was just so sure you two would be a thing.” Robin admits with a sigh, sitting back onto her heels, “I mean, you both seemed so close when I met you, never not talking about eachother.”

“That’s because neither of us have that many friends.” You share and Steve goes to object before nodding in defeat.

“Yeah, I started thinking that but…” She sits back on her heels, shaking her head. “Then I saw you two in the ambulance after Starcourt- which, by the way, was adorable considering everything- and back at the Creel House, you told me how you and Steve kissed last year, and how you guys love eachother, it just… I don’t know why you guys won’t give it a-”

When she stops speaking, Steve merely sighs, deciding through his words. “We decided not to, okay? And why are you so obsessed with us being together? Weren’t you just saying how our love lives are the least important thing right now?”

When he looks up, however, he realises his question wouldn’t get answered. Because your face had dropped, Robin looking queasy.

He turns his head to see what your staring at and his heart stops. Oh no.

“I was just…”

Eddie tries to speak, an unreadable expression flickering between you and Steve before he ultimately decides on avoiding your eyes and shaking his head, moving around your trio and heading into the RV.

And he had heard it all.

You enter the RV after your soft knocks were ignored, shutting the door behind you with a sigh.

After Robin had apologised until she turned blue, you told her it wasn’t her fault. Excusing yourself from your friends and following Eddie, your heart was beating louder than it should.

This wasn’t a talk you wanted to have. Especially when it involved Steve.

“Eddie?” You call out quietly before noticing him sat at the back, trying on a new vest the others had grabbed from War Zone, trying to ignore you. “Eddie, please. Talk to me.”

“It’s fine.” He says, clearly not fine. You watch as he grabs his bandana from his back pocket and ties it around his head, jaw set tight as he stared out of the window, facing away from you.

“Don’t lie to me.” You plead, walking closer.

Eddie lets out a bitter and shaky laugh, “That’s ironic.”

You stay silent and he turns around, shaking his head.

“I thought…” He sighs, biting his lip, “… we were…”

“We-”

Your word is cut off with a sharp laugh, his hands reaching to rest on top of his head as he paces the small space.

“This whole time I thought I was a fucking idiot for ever believing anything was going on between you two.” He never raised his voice but you still felt all the anger radiating from him, “Turns out I was right all along.”

Your face drops. “No. No, that’s not fair.”

“How isn’t that fair? You kissed him, Y/n! After you told me he would only ever be a friend.” He finally starts to yell, voiced pained with sadness, “You told him you love-”

He can’t finish the sentence.

“Because I do.” You say quietly and he physically stills. You take his silence as an opening to finally say what you've been holding on to for two years.

“I was ready to forgive you. To move on from what I thought that girl was doing in your trailer, but you broke my heart, Eddie. You didn’t trust me and that... that hurt more than anything. Because I’d never do anything to hurt you. Not willingly. And I didn’t think I’d ever feel again after you. But I did. And I’m not gonna apologise for that when you broke up with me.”

Eddie squeezes his eyes shut, looking to the window beside him with a frown.

“It’s not my place.” He sighs, eyes set on the glass pane. “And I regret it. Not telling you what really happened, for not- for not trusting you. For ending things when for past three years I’ve been kicking myself for ever leaving.”

Your silence isn’t built from surprise, but from reflection. If you had just ran after him, told him the truth… would things have been different?

“You wanna know what really hurts?” Eddie questions after a while and you whip your head up, heart thumping against your chest. “That all it took was for us to break up before you realised you were in love with your best friend. That those feelings had to have been there the entire time you were with me.”

“It’s not like that.” You shake your head, frustration finally hitting and you take a step forward.

“You were my best friend, too, Y/n.” He declares and you bite your lip. “I- I don’t feel safe around that many people, but I did with you. And now… was I just some kind of replacement for the guy you couldn’t have?”

Your face drops, a shaky breath leaving your lips. “You were never a replacement. Steve had nothing to do with how I felt about you, okay? We would have always been best friends, at least, Eds, I want to be your friend-”

“Yeah, right.” He mutters and you frown, eyes misting over.

“Yes, Eddie, I love him, but it’s so much more complicated than that right now, we-”

“If you love him so much then why did you kiss me?” He counters and you freeze.

His question struck you hard. Why did you kiss him?

“Can’t make up your mind? Or do you just not care?" He continues, and you can only shake your head.

"Play with the freak’s heart, right?” He challenged, stepping closer until you were finally face to face. His breaths were shallow, eyes misted over and you knew he was panicking. “… maybe they were right about you.”

Your heart stopped for a long second. You’d seen Eddie put up his defences before, usually from bullies in high school. He would always spit out whatever he could to show he didn’t care. But you knew he did, deep down. After all, you’d led with him on his bed, holding him until he felt better about himself.

You just never thought you’d be the one to bring out this side to him.

“Don’t say it.” You whisper, tears streaming down your cheeks.

He didn’t want to. You could tell. But you also knew Eddie Munson would do whatever it took to protect his heart.

“Whore of Hawkins.”

He expected you to slap him. To scream, to fight. And he was sorely mistaken.

Instead, you turned away with a lowered head and started walking, looking back only one time to meet his teary eyes.

“For what it’s worth… you’re one of the only people on this planet I ever felt safe with.”

And then you left, leaving him stood there.

Stepping out of the trailer, you almost fell down the step, heart hammering in your chest. You did nothing wrong. Right?

If that was the case, then why did you feel so guilty?

You try to wipe the tears away desperately, knowing that your heartbreak wasn’t what your friends needed to see right now.

But, with the crunch of a leaf, you turn your head to see Robin and Nancy staring at you, both their faces rising to surprise when they see you stood there. Nancy must have seen what happened earlier.

When they finally take in your appearance, their faces fall, moving closer and you close the distance, allowing them to catch you in a hug when you break down to tears.

Chapter 18: One Last Fight ->

[A/N: ... come on did we really think i wouldn't add some angst to this eddie x reader situation? STEVE STANS RISE]

[i'm also disappearing because this was a word vomit of a chapter, pls bear in mind that i am attempting to fit a lot into these last few chapters, and i'm terrified of the responses i'm gonna get to it okay bye... for now.]

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onlyseokmins · 2 years

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fruit • h.j.s.

Pairing: joshua hong x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), established relationship, movie night but not really heh

Warnings: shua being a lil shit, reader being sassy, eating of food/fruit, mentions of cum eating (m&f), prolly sex myths idk, oral (fem. receiving), edging, fingering, uhhh WAP lmao lmk if i missed anything as always <3

WC: 1.9k

A/N: hiii, I'm trying to fill up my masterlist w/ all the members even tho I have a few sitting requests but thought Joshua would fit perfectly for this scenario when I was eating the other night 🤭 BUT ALSO THIS WAS HOT IMHO 😭

You’re nestled into Joshua’s side, the back of your head resting on his shoulder and his arm curled round you. It’s how you’re able to feel the chuckle rumbling in his chest that he’s trying to hide. A whine of complaint escapes your lips when you nearly drop the chunk of fruit you’re trying to eat because of his jostling. Plus, now you know he’s not even trying to pay attention to the flickering television screen in front of you because this is not a funny scene in the slightest.

“What’re you laughing at?”

“Nothing.”

“Joshua,” you sit up to face him with a pout, “this is my favorite movie!”

“I know, babe. We’ve watched it like three times in the past month.”

“Four.”

He nods compliantly at the correction, your dark grumbling unable to prevent him from masking a fond grin. “Yeah, yeah. And we’ll probably watch it a couple more times, huh?”

“If you didn’t want to watch it tonight, you should’ve told me.”

“It’s not that, like you said it’s your favorite.”

“Then – ”

“I just like watching you more. Especially when you enjoy something.”

Joshua’s smooth talk can’t fool you after all these years together even if all you can do is roll your eyes. Likewise, when his thumb reaches out to wipe the sticky smear of juice off your lips, you remain (mostly) unaffected and fix him with a pointed stare that he steadily ignores.

“Why were you laughing? This scene is a guaranteed tearjerker no matter how many times you see it.”

“If you wanted a good reason to cry, all you had to do was ask. I could’ve provided a much more riveting alternative.”

“Joshua.”

“Fine, fine.” He sighs, knowing you might smack him when he tells you what’s on his mind. “I just find it cute… that you’re eating… pineapple.”

“Oh my god.”

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Baby, all I’m saying is you taste just fine as it is.”

“You are such a pervert, Joshua Hong. Can’t I enjoy some fruit in peace? There are grapes in here too!”

“Grapes. Grapes are good. Ahhh – ”

You ignore the way he groans your name in protest when you scoot down to the other end of the couch, clutching your fruit bowl and glaring his way. “You act like everything I do in life is to sexually please you or something.”

“I mean you did – ” He’s cut off again when you (gently) kick at his shin before he brings up any shameful memories. “Okay, okay! It was you who just had to ask when we could’ve watched the movie in peace.”

“Hard to when you’re giggling like a little boy because I’m eating pineapple, of all things. You definitely weren’t watching it, anyways.” You shake your head before muttering under your breath. “And if anyone needs to eat pineapple, it’s you.”

“What?”

“You heard me,” you chirp back and purse your lips.

“Actually, I didn’t.” The living room gets much darker when Joshua shuts off the television, the only source of light now the lamp behind him that casts a shadow over his handsome features. “Wanna say it again, sweetheart?”

“I was watching that.”

“Brats don’t get to enjoy things when they act up, you know this.”

The shift in the atmosphere makes your skin tingle but surprisingly, the annoyance wins over. “You’re being an irritation.”

“I prefer ‘irresistible’ but I guess you don’t agree with me at all. Apparently.”

“So, you did hear me.”

A beat of silence.

“Do you really think I taste bad?”

You give him an incredulous look, deftly dodging away when his hand attempts to reach inside your fruit bowl. “Although I love you very much, you can’t expect me to say that semen tastes good. Even I know I don’t taste all that great, either.”

“You’re very wrong and we could prove that right here, right now. You know I can eat you out for hours.”

“I’m not that turned on,” you can’t help but point out even as he pouts. “But you’re welcome to change my mind since you ruined movie night.”

Joshua’s quick to act, the couch creaking with his movements to successfully pluck the bowl out of your grasp – this time without argument. “I don’t think I’m solely the one who ruined movie night, but I’ll take full responsibility for ruining you, baby.”

His hands pull down your night shorts and panties in one go, an eager finger running tentatively along your folds. His eyebrow raises while a smirk forms on his lips as you cover your face in embarrassment at how wetness instantly gushes from your cunt, your body reacting predictably. All because it’s him – mixed with the expected promise that he’ll make you feel good as expected.

He coos your name, and you feel loved and worshipped in this most pathetic way possible while he shifts his body down yours, hot breath warming the top of your bare thighs. Soft lips trail sloppy kisses across them as his hands part your legs so he can fit his head through. Finally, he’s merely inches away from where your fluttering hole betrays you, clenching at nothing as he gazes in contemplation before swiping his tongue along it.

You let out a moan at the feeling, fingers reaching out to grasp at his hair. Slightly pulling him closer so his nose brushes against your clit causes your hips to buck up against his awaiting mouth. He chuckles at your impatience but gives in, obviously – your alluring scent makes his eyes roll back in delight.

It’s sinful how his tongue swirls inside you, plush lips brushing against you in all the right places, hands keeping your legs spread as wide as possible and bringing you closer to him. The wet sounds filling the room are accompanied by his grunts of appreciation although everything else is drowned out by the blood roaring in your ears and the moans escaping your mouth.

Joshua never fails to surprise you with how fast he can bring you to a climax. You feel it creeping up your spine, body tensing as it threatens to hurtle towards release. Too bad he knows the signs extremely well because he suddenly pulls away and white noise fills your ears as the feeling excruciatingly fades out.

“Shua,” you whine. Hands blindly searching for him so he can finish the job, but he’s moved past your reach.

“Right here, baby.” A reassuring kiss is placed on your nose. “Shh, shh,” he whispers in your ear when you find him and wrap your arms around his neck, trying to bring his body down to yours to grind against. But he refuses to budge, biceps flexing as he holds himself firmly above you. “You’re doing so good for me. Look at you, already begging from just a tiny bit of pussy licking.”

Tears sting your eyes at the painful ache between your legs. You know he loves it, the offer of making you cry in desperation always on the table and even though you hate giving into his sadistic satisfaction, Joshua does good on his end at bringing you to a mind-blowing orgasm – eventually.

He bends his neck down to kiss you, grinning at how he doesn’t have to run his tongue across your lips for access because your mouth is already open in acceptance. The taste of fruit you were eating earlier is replaced by the tangy flavor of your own cunt as Joshua’s tongue entangles with yours.

“See how sweet you are? How could I not get enough of this?” He licks his lips and eases the tip of a finger inside your warmth. “So. Fucking. Addictive.”

Each word is punctuated by an additional finger sliding and curling inside of you until you’re delightfully full. His thumb rubs at your clit but relief is short-lived when you tighten around him since he decides to leave you empty again.

You have tears streaming down your cheeks as you miserably watch him lick his fingers clean, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time. Once more, he makes you taste yourself with an open-mouthed kiss.

“Please, Shua.”

“What do you want, baby? Wanna taste how delicious you are when you cum on my tongue?”

You’re furiously nodding, at this point agreeing to however he’ll let you reach your much desired release. “Yeah. Please, please, please!”

“Hands to yourself then.”

Your clothed chest is heaving from sobs of anguish as your nails dig into the leather couch. Joshua is cruel. When his head returns between your legs, large hands hold down your hips while he places featherlight smooches on your pelvis and inner thighs, an occasional kitten lick to your leaking pussy.

He’s letting your climax plateau. Almost there but not quite. One step away from taking the plunge but he refuses to help you there as his darkened eyes stare tauntingly into your teary ones. He adores when his sassy lover is whiny but obedient. Submissive but teasing. Especially when you begin to play with your perky nipples that rub against your shirt, trying so hard to urge your release to snap.

“What did I just say?”

“Keep my hands to myself. Which I am. They’re not on you.”

Shiny lips from your wetness turn downwards in a frown. Technically you’re not wrong but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. Before you can get too carried away, he relents. Diving back down to suck harshly at your clit, plunging his long fingers deep into your cunt that would have had screaming in ecstasy if you weren’t already gasping at the searing orgasm that rips through you.

Your legs tighten in a headlock around him but it’s not like he’s complaining. Joshua’s mouth trades places with his fingers to lap at your delectable pussy that gushes from the powerful sensations, his own hips grinding down against the couch. Your quiet whimpers alert him of possible overstimulation and he places one last kiss against your thigh before cuddling your trembling body in his lap.

“You still with me, baby?”

“Mhm,” you nod and nuzzle his neck, “feels like I’m floating.”

He laughs, rubbing your back and waits for you to come back down to earth. By the time you do, your eyebrows furrow at the wetness on his jeans underneath that is definitely not from you.

“Did you…?”

“Yeah.”

“Really? I was gonna suck you off.” To say you’re beyond surprise would not be a lie because he usually has a tight leash around his control.

“Nah. I have to eat some pineapple first.”

“Joshua Hong!”

He snorts and kisses your forehead. “In all seriousness, that was just too hot to resist. Besides, I figured that would wear you out.”

“True. I think you sucked the life out of me, honestly.”

“Tasted like it,” he says while you grimace.

“Stop that. You’re disgusting.”

“But you liked it.”

“I… liked what you did, not what I tasted like. I think you’re delusional.”

“Delusional and in love with you, yes. Do I need to prove it again?”

You sigh, standing up. “No, because I’ll just believe you’re only pussy whipped. Now come on, let’s go shower and sleep.”

“Maybe I am. But I’m especially whipped for you first.” He follows you up the stairs before pausing in contemplation. “Hey, do you think the pineapple really works?”

“You better hope this shower doesn’t turn into a bath where I drown you,” you yell back, “so get your ass up here before I kick you out!”

#ez.creates #svt smut #seventeen smut #Joshua smut #joshua hong smut #kpop smut #svt.smut

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reallymyanchor · 3 months

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Alexander

Disclaimer: this is a gainer story, not Mpreg. Let me know if you’d like more!

Nervously, I stepped into the living room. It was a warm enough temperature, but I jittered with a bit of anxious energy.

“Pause there a moment and I’ll get a few pictures before you sit down” Kyle said, the opposite to my nervous jitters, he was calm, making it sound like we had all the time in the world. I readjusted my jock strap, I’ve never worn one before, so it felt unusually to feel quite so held and exposed at the same time.

“Give me a smile” he said, holding up his phone. “Nice, now turn side on.”

There was a shutter noise, “You look great in this light man, check this out!”

He held out his phone: he was right, the shadows made my muscles looked even more defined, and my blonde hair caught the textures of the light. Kyle motioned to the couch, on the table beside it was a cup, and a large jug full of a thick shake.

“This is the main thing for you tonight man, it’s a shake that I’ve been developing - its got all the good stuff for a growing boy.”

I sat down, and he poured me a glass. I took my first sip. I think I was expecting it to feel like some kind of huge moment, or that he’d make a big deal of it, but nothing like that happened. It tasted slightly sweet, and was more like a vanilla thick shake than anything else.

“Yum, that’s good.” I said, sitting back in the couch, my jitters lessening. He sat in an armchair beside me.

“Go on, down that one dude, show it you mean business.” Kyle said. I smiled at him. I know it’s kinda the reason I’m here, and that he’s paying me $1000 for the night, but it’s always makes me smile when he goes all gainer chat. I tipped back the glass, and gulped down the mix. He refilled my glass.

“So Alex -“ he said

“oh, I prefer Alexander,” I said. It’s always good to nip that one in the bud fast.

“Sorry - Alexander, it’s so good to meet you in person. I saw a few of your bulk and bloating photos, and I knew I wanted to meet you.”

“Yeah, thanks for all the shopping money, man.” I said, taking a sip of the drink. It was kind of moreish, bizarrely drinking it didn’t make me feel any less thirsty. I took time to drink him in properly too: he was 25-30, clearly a fit guy, not bad looking overall. I’m 21, so even if he fucks me it’s not that much of an age gap.

“So, what got you thinking about doing this?” I asked him, finishing the second glass. He poured me another.

“Well, in the daytime I’m a personal trainer, and I just love seeing people transform their bodies. I spend so much time helping people to slim down, or cut this weight, I just find it really fucking hot to do the opposite. You’re pretty athletic: how often are you in the gym?”

“Every day, I’m in there at least once” I said. “I live with a few boys who are into body building, so they’re good at keeping me honest.”

“Where do they think you are tonight?” Kyle asked, watching as I finished another glass.

I was definitely feeling a bit full, but nothing compared to some of the bulking meals I’ve had. My cock was starting to go hard. I can’t explain how I’m turned on by the situation.

“I’ve told them that I’m at a family party for the night, out of town. My parents think that I’m out camping with the boys. Don’t worry, I’ve told everyone I’ll be out of cell range.” I said.

I paused in my drinking. A sense of fullness coming over me.

“Keep breathing,” he said, “take another sip”. I did. “What lead you to here?”

“Money” I responded, “ I’m a student, I bulk anyway, might as well earn some cash.”

Kyle smiled, “Speaking of work: I’ve got four more of these jugs to get in you. You ever been on a funnel before?”

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I lay back on the couch, a pipe in my mouth, which was strapped to my face. I gulped down the liquid at a steady pace, while Kyle poured it in above. I couldn’t speak, only groan and move slightly.

As I settled into a rhythm of gulps, Kyle kept giving words of encouragement: “Keep it up dude”, “You got this Alex”, “keep going with those deep breaths” I couldn’t even interrupt as he shortened my name.

My eyes were fixed on the ceiling, my hands cuffed behind my back “just in case”. I’m not sure what the case might be, but they’re definitely cuffed.

It was after the second jug that I noticed Kyle’s comments changing.

“Did you know that 25 percent of men in our country are obese? You’re going to be joining that number soon. Your thighs are gonna rub together when you run, and it’ll start to get so uncomfortable that you’ll stop running altogether. You’ll probably tell yourself that it’s mostly muscle, you’ll try to do resistance weights, but you’ll start to get sick of the gym, watching all the other boys your age getting fitter while you just get fatter and fatter. You’re gonna be such a good pig, such a happy little porker.”

I felt him pull out my jockstrap, my hard cock flipped out. I felt my cheeks turn red with embarrassment as he emptied the third jug into the funnel. I was feeling pretty full now. I tried to focus on my breathing

“You sure you’re just here for the money?” He said, giving my cock a few strokes before putting the jock back in place.

It was halfway through the fourth and final jug when I hit a wall. I couldn’t swallow anymore, and yet he just tipped the rest of the shake into the funnel. I moaned, attempting to indicate I couldn’t do it. He held the tube up.

“You are going to finish this, Pig.” He said, and then I felt his hand on my abdomen, moving in slow, soothing circles. I groaned, his touch just made me feel tighter.

“Keep breathing” he said. I breathed through my nose, and closed my eyes, focussing on his touch, and breathing. I gulped. It was slow, impossibly slow, but under his hand, I kept swallowing, delirious.

I opened my eyes to him removing the funnel straps from my face and uncuffing me, “Well done Pig, you managed all of them. Stand up for a bit, we’re going to move to the bath.”

He left the room, and I swung my legs around till I was sitting on the couch. I put a hand to my distended belly. It was grossly bulging with liquid, fuck this was hot. My dick was throbbing. I stood, and felt the full weight of my gravid body. My abs were stretched tight, a thin wall of muscle holding back the slurry inside my belly. I took a small step, gingerly following Kyle towards the bathroom.

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Kyle sat on the edge of the bath, watching me as I wondered at the bulging gut he’d given me. My cock was rock hard under the water, but I was focussed on the pleasure and sensitivity coming from my belly, which only just stayed under the surface of the water

“The warm water relaxes your skin, makes things a bit more malleable.” He said.

“You’re not going to make me drink another, are you?” I asked.

“Nah, there’s just one more thing, fatty” he held up a glass. “I want you do drink this glass of water, and then relax as it reacts with the shake.”

He handed me the glass and, eager to get it over with, I downed it quickly, and handed the glass back to him.

“I hope you haven’t organised to go to the gym tomorrow” he said.

“what do you mean b-“ i was interrupted by a sudden movement in my gut. I cried out as a wave of pressure burst through me.

“Keep breathing, your body will filter it out soon” he said. I moaned loudly, I felt like my belly was going to rip open.

“Fuuuuuuuck!” I shouted as my already tight body expanded in sudden fits and waves, the reaction between the water and the shake pushing me bigger and bigger. I threw back my head- the pain was so intense, so deep in me. I blacked out, and felt my cock spurting a load.

When I came to, I was still in the bath, my head back. I could feel pressure on either side of my belly, I moaned, afraid to look at myself. I looked down. The pressure on the sides of my belly was the sides of the bath. I was so huge that I was effectively wedged in there. There were stretch marks on me where the belly had expanded so rapidly. I looked to Kyle, almost desperately.

“Awh, don’t worry Piggy.” He said, “Even though you look super hot like this, it’s totally not my style. By the morning, your body will have broken down the enzymes and hormones in the shake. You won’t have your big belly, you’ll be back to muscular old you.”

“Thank fuck” I said, relaxing a bit.

“But your body will be a bit different. You’ll still have these cute stretch marks” he said, gently tracing them with his finger. “And a few other things: you’ll find that your metabolism has dropped right down, and your brain will have a new level of what “full” means. Oh, and your body will want to store fat it your belly, tits and ass. In other words, you’ll be looking like this again permanently, in no time.”

Kyle grinned.

“What?” I asked, “What’s so fucking funny - you’ve ruined my fucking life you asshole”

He said “You can’t see it over your fat piggy belly, but your dick is rock hard again.”

He gave my belly a slap, and I felt my body jiggle, and my piggy cock spurted cum into the water.

He took a photo of me.

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I left Kyle’s house early the next morning. My body was back to its normal toned form, exactly the same as I had arrived, except for three blue stretch marks. I was so fucking hungry on the way home. Kyle is going to send through $700 a week for food, until our next session, when he’ll lift his payments again. He does want at least one full body photo a day.

As my work week started, I kept living as normal. None of my friends asked about my time away, and my Mum asked about camping. The boys in my house are in a bulking phase, and I’ve been joining them for every meal and gym session. Kyle’s word held true though: while their metabolisms were able to keep up with the influx of protein, my body eagerly stored it as fat.

Kyle was wrong about something though: I didn’t stop my cardio and running because of my thighs rubbing together. It was the fatty puffy pecs that grew on me, they bounced uncomfortably with each step or jump.

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